Two bouncers come over to us.
The bigger of the two points to Lennie
and me and says, “You two need to leave.”
“Why, what have we done?” asks Lennie.
The smaller bouncer replies, “You’re making
a scene”—he sniffs—“and you’re smoking weed.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sienna
edge away and put out the spliff under the toe
of her red stiletto. She goes back inside.
“Off you go then,” says the bigger bouncer,
“unless you want to do this the hard way?”
MICHAEL:We’ve been kicked out
You gonna come meet us outside?
SIENNA:I’ve just bumped into some friends
So I’m gonna stay
Lennie and I walk along the seafront.
The bars and clubs are in full swing
but we don’t have a plan as to where
to go next. “I still can’t believe Sienna
didn’t leave with us,” I say to Lennie,
who shrugs.
“Oh, well,” says Lennie, “this can be
a lads’ night out instead. We could
go to that gay club you told me about.
I can be your wingman. Find you someone
new to help you forget about Jack.”
I reply, “I’m not in the mood. Do you
mind if we just head back to campus?”
“Good idea,” says Lennie. “I’ve got
more weed in my room. Do you wanna
