A Broken Sixpence 19/?
Hour 5; AKA part 19.
24:00 Midnight rushes in, bringing Abba with it.
‘Let me show you the Mersey Al’, Miles was walking off to the Docks, beckoning as he went for Alex to join him.
‘That’s not a pretence for pushing me in I hope ?’
‘In that case, we won’t bother then’, replied Miles coming to an abrupt halt, but smiling despite himself.
‘You tart. What is it you want to show me then ?’ Alex was dancing around Miles digging at his ribs on his way around.
‘Get off me war wounds, that actually hurts ! Nah, it’s nice down here while everyone else is in the clubs and pubs. Peaceful like’
‘In other words, we won’t be disturbed ?’ Alex stood back to back with Miles, irritably noticing that he wasn’t quite as tall.
‘Well that may be true, but it wasn’t my intention.’ Miles didn’t want either of them to move apart. They stood blowing up their own mist clouds in silence for a moment.
‘Miles ?’
‘Yep ?’ Miles linked his arms back around to interweave with Alex.
‘What the fuck are we doing ?’
‘Standing at the docks’.
Alex clicked his tongue. Fine, let me make an arse of myself then, he thought. He felt mildly pissed with Miles right now. ‘What are we doing ?’
Miles had fixed his gaze on the shifting blue light from a television screen up in a flat above them.
‘Whatever we want I suppose.’
‘I want to go to that club you promised me, where I can ditch my coat so I can dance to Abba’.
‘God Turner, I never promised you any Abba !’
Al slapped his arse to signal the off, Miles cuffing through his hair as he got his arms free again.