Clare had forgotten she was in the cellar; her head was in another place. 'Yeah, yeah, that was kind of weird. Come on girl, get the vodka out. When the cat's away and all that. We can put on the Red Hot Chillies nice and loud.' She started dancing and mimicking the lead singer, twisting her arms and hopping on one foot. 'Give it away now, give it away now, uuuurgh, uuuurgh.' She started singing, completely out of tune. The two girls flopped on to one of the big comfy sofas, vodkas in hand. 'Not tonight Rach, I'm up at eight tomorrow, get the cleaning done, the bottling up, the bars sorted. Ya crafty cow, got out of that one didn't ya? Clare mimicked the look Rachel gave the manager as he left at lunchtime. 'Soppy-eyed hussy. If you had fluttered your lashes any more, your eyes would have popped out. “But I don't do mornings” ... ya tart.'As the girls giggled themselves silly, Clare's ears twitched; it was that sound again. Rachel downed her drink. Still giggling she spluttered as a small piece of ice lodged in her throat and vodka started dribbling from her nose. 'Just call me a lady won't ya?' she howled as she wiped her arm across her face. 'Ssshhh ... listen.' next »