Pleased as punch.

“How was your lunch?” Robyn asked as Emma’s head appeared through the tent flap.

“Oh wonderful,” Emma responded before filling Robyn in on some… of the details. “Michael took me to the pub in town and I had the biggest chicken parmie. Oh my God it was so big! And came with so many chips and the nicest garlic bread. So much better than boring old Weet-bix.”

“Well I’m glad you had a good time,” Robyn told her with out the slightest bit of sincerity. “And how’s Michael?”

“Oh, he’s good. He’s gone now. Walking back to his house but he said he’d be back at around 7:30 to get you tonight.”

Emma was in a chatty mood after her three pints and shot of Michael so the pair of them chatted happily and the rivalry over Michael was forgotten for the afternoon at least.

Robyn did have to choke back a laugh when Emma lay down on her bed next to her and commented on the aroma coming from her pillow, “Phew bed smells a bit. Think I might have to wash it tomorrow.” Robyn knowing full well what Emma’s nose was picking up and the fact that Emma wouldn’t get around to washing her pillow case or sheets for another week or so.

The friends enjoyed themselves for the rest of the day and Robyn felt just the slightest bit guilty when Emma offered to help her with her make up for her turn with Michael. It helped with her nervousness at what Robyn was considering a very important first date. She couldn’t help that she kept checking her watch as 7 o’clock rolled around and her mind filled with all these crazy thoughts such as what if Michael had such a good time with Emma this afternoon that he didn’t want to go out with her tonight. What if Emma had really fucked him and he was too tired to show up?