Some Young One
‘I don’t want to go out, you know,’ Louise said as she ran the straighteners through her long blonde hair.
Siobhan didn’t answer her. Instead she poured the last drop of wine into the glass.
Putting more bronzer on her face, Louise sighed. ‘Right. Let’s go then if we have to.’
It was Friday evening and almost dark as they walked the few metres to Murphy’s pub. It the nearest place to get a drink.
There was hardly anyone in there. A few lads that they knew from ten years back in secondary sch...