Leith, Scotland… where the last twenty something years of you little existence…

You all went to school together, You, Lizzy, Gail, Mark, Tommy, Begbie, Danny and of course Simon… and you all still hang around in the same circles…

Lizzy is dating Tommy, Gail stringing along Spud… you aren’t one for labels but there’s certainly something between you and Simon, friends with benefits? But Simon is so possessive of you… nobody says a word cause Simon has a sharp tongue and they wouldn’t get a straight answer with him.

When Simon isn’t on the drugs you two would hang out, he’d actually pay despite being as tight as an arsehole he did enjoy being a baller of sorts, by paying it was like he’d buy you an ice cream on the beach or pay for the chippy takeaway… some days you’d lie in his bed, staring at the ceeling only in your bra and panties after sex and he’d trail his coloured fingertips across your shoulders and arms, whispering how beautiful you are… he seemed so genuine… unusual for a player like him… you’d even watch Bond films with him, his favourite and he’d yap about all the hidden things in the film nobody else sees.

Today you’re at the pub with the whole gang as usual, all sat on the second floor , Begbie in the middle, then Simon then you, on the other side of Begbie Tommy and Lizzy then opposite you Mark, Spud and Gail. You all listen to Begbie a mad story, Simon’s eyes fixed on you as you sip your pint, until he catches marks eyes on you too and glares to which mark smirks and looks away… they’re always like that… they both fancy you but seems Simon is winning.

all of a sudden Begbie chucks a glass over the balcony, you all shift in your seat to look over the balcony where the glass landed on some poor lassie, an uproar, we turn to Begbie who’s now stood up, pulling his pocket knife out, classic, mark bolts out of his seat to look over the balcony, way to close to you so Simon touts you into his side as you watch

Carnage unfolds on the ground floor with you all watching, Mark turns to you with that shit eating grin “we better get outta here before the feckin polis get ere”