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    Consequences

    Another day turns into another night. Rubies begins filling with all sorts. Money is splashed freely on the bar, squeals of delight are emitted by reunited friends and drinks are never few and far between.

    Ed is watching Tess giggle, as they get comfy at their usual table.

    “I’m telling you I can really get into this drilling tradie business. What’s there to it? All I need is some cute overalls, stubby fingers and away I go.”

    “I’m sure Fin can provide both.” The ever practical Ed.

    Jay and Frankie make a quieter entry. No drinks just sombre faces. The atmosphere is not lost on Ed and Tess who immediately react to the newcomers.

    “Still nothing?” Tess whispers to Frankie, purely out of consideration of her friend’s feelings than an attempt to not be heard by the other two. Frankie doesn’t look up, merely presses her lips together.

    “Anyone seen or heard from Cat?” Jay takes the pressure off Frankie. Tess shakes her head.

    “I haven’t heard from her in over a week now.”

    “She can’t be dead, her phone still rings.”

    “Ed! Why would you-?”

    “I’m just saying is all. Give the girl time. It’s clear that she doesn’t wanna talk just yet.” Ed stares hard at Frankie. He knows who’s to blame.

    “Well, there’s nothing on facebook. And she’s never home when I go over. It’s like she’s disappeared…”

    Ed feels his fist bang lightly on the table. “Christ, she’s made fucking mistakes. She’s fucked people over. We should just stay the hell out of it until she’s ready to let us back in!” He cools down. That feels much better. “Like some of us should’ve done from the start.” He glares right back at Frankie again.

    Frankie says nothing, merely picks herself up and mopes away without a backward glance. Ed relaxes his fist.

    In a lone booth away from the action, Sam looks on.

    She slides open her phone, the messages from Cat still blinking at her, demanding to be read. Sam glances up to see Frankie head out into the night. Calmly, Sam downs the rest of her drink and slinks out of the bar, unnoticed by the others.

     

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