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I were right
.
    We had been right.
    We’d just gotten broken.
    I looked at Lindy. “Sorry; it’s your party and I’m ruining that now. I told you I shouldn’t come.”
    “You should’ve come. Jason’s right, you two need to go out more.”
    “Will you sort my make-up out so people can’t tell I’ve been crying?”
    “Sure, come here.” She pulled me around to the sink, used some kitchen towel to clean my face up and then smear what make-up was left over the tracks of my tears. When she finished, she handed me my OJ and a bottle of beer for Jason, then picked up a beer for Billy. “Come on, let’s go and face the music, literally, we’ll put some songs on, and we’ll dance and we’ll force the blues away. We’ll just keep giving the boys beers and they’ll get so drunk they’ll never realize we’re depressed.”
    “Yeah.” That was why I had come to like Lindy, because Lindy and I had been doing a lot of pulling each other up out of the blues.
    “Come on, let’s go party, and remember Jason loves you lots, after all he left me for you, and that is saying something for a guy who avoids conflict.”
    “And Billy is praising the Lord that Jason did, seeing as Billy has always been in love with you. So even if Jason and I split it is all for the best; at least we brought you and Billy together.”
    “You two are not going to split up.” Lindy said looking back at me as we walked into the living room. She couldn’t say more because the boys saw us.
    Jason was in a knot of girls with Billy. He smiled, looking beyond the girls, at me. I poked my tongue out at him. His smile lifted higher, and then he held a hand out for his beer as I got closer.
    “Billy! We need some dance music!” Lindy yelled. “I vote line-dancing! Is anyone up for line-dancing?!”
    I looked at Jason when most of the people in the room cheered. He hated line-dancing. He rolled his eyes at me as I planted the beer bottle in his palm. He gripped it as the girls around him turned to start helping decide which song they were going to dance to. I moved closer to him. The arm holding his beer came around my neck, and he leaned over and said into my ear. “You were ages, you okay?”
    I nodded, biting my lip, refusing the lump of tears at the back of my throat, then I sipped my orange juice and felt the vodka burn my throat a little. It slipped into my bloodstream in moments. I really was not meant to drink with my meds.
    With his arm still about my neck, Jason squashed me as he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long swig from it. I pulled away, as Billy put on some country slash pop music album for them to dance to.
    Jason took another swig from his bottle then looked me in the eyes. “Are we dancing?”
    “If you want… ”
    “If I want? Is this the girl who used to drag me literally shouting onto dance floors?”
    “Yes we’re dancing.”
    “Put your drink down then and come up close to me. I don’t fancy orange juice all over my best suit.”
    “You have make-up all over your suit anyway.”
    He smiled. “Am I allowed to take the wig off, this thing is itchy.”
    “Yeah, I’ll let you.”
    He pulled it off, and tossed it into the corner of the room.
    “Take yours off too.” He didn’t wait for me to answer, just pulled it off and tossed that away too. “That’s better you look a little more like you now.”
    “But your make-up looks silly without the wig.”
    “Who cares, we made the first impression, I’d rather just feel comfortable and have fun now.”
    “Me too.”
    “Come here.”
    I stepped closer to him as his hand settled on my back, in the hollow of the lower curve, that the dress hugged. He still had his bottle of beer in his hand, and that bumped against my shoulder as his other arm wrapped around me and his mouth pressed against mine, and my arms slid about his middle.
    His tongue slipped into my mouth and danced around mine, and we swayed to the song, pressing up against each other. We