Ill talk to her ok, dont really know what Im going to say but Ill bring it up somehow. I said, glancing towards my friend, who at the same time was giving me important save me eye signals.

I gave Millie a quick kiss before turning back to interrupt/join in with Lizzie and Colins conversation.

So, Colin what do you so for a living? I asked, cutting off what he was saying already.

My words had dripped with venom and I now regarded him with a sickly sweet smile that just screamed; I want to kill you.

He cleared his throat and stuttered into a sentence.

W..w..well Trixie, oh I never asked if I can call you that?

Next to him Lizzie rolled her eyes and began tracing the grains of the table with her finger.

Be my guest.

Quick, how does one politely tell an annoying dinner guest to shove off? My mind went blank, my artinery of useful insulting compliments and fake excuses didn’t work when running on a sober mind.

Well, my father owns the magazine that Lizzie and I work at, but I initially want to go into television. he said eagerly.

I stared at him blankly, not really listening.

You not got any relatives that work in television?

I heard Millie stifle a giggle next to me, I didn’t see what was so funny he obviously had no specific skills to get into this career. Getting into the magazine because daddy owned it seemed to work, unfortunately there was no reason it couldn’t work again.

No, no. Oh actually I did have a second cousin who used to be a weather girl.

Uh-huh, there you go then give her a call and youll be on your way. I said, wishing he was on his way right then, on his way out of the restaurant that is.

She got fired for sleeping with the boss. Colin muttered, causing the whole table of females so laugh.

I smiled at Lizzie, mouthing good choice to her. She gave me a smirk back and then the waiter arrived with a jug full of some kind of liquid and three glasses. Colin had a water.