While the others are having their treatments, I persuade Sam to abandon the buffet table so we can catch up before my pedicure. The waiting area is empty when we get there, so we flop down into the candy-striped cushioned steamer chairs. The manicure tables are to our left and directly in front of us are a couple of treatment rooms.
‘Fancy another drink?’ Sam raises her eyebrows at me.
‘Oh go on then, I think I need it.’ Sam pads over to another small table bearing an enormous jug with what looks like Sangria inside. She brings the whole jug back with two tumblers.
‘We might as well get stuck in. My pedicure isn’t until four thirty,’ I tell her.
Sam tips the jug and a couple of pineapple chunks plop into the tumbler, followed by a generous measure of the magenta-coloured concoction.
‘Bottoms up.’ I chink my glass against the side of Sam’s.
‘Mmmm, not bad. Needs a bit of a kick though.’ Sam pulls out a small bottle of tequila from her pocket and we exchange a wicked look. ‘I thought I’d better bring some emergency rations, just in case,’ she explains, waving the bottle at me.
‘Good thinking,’ I say enthusiastically and, before I can protest, she tips a generous measure into my drink. I take a slug. The liquid, now with the added kick from the tequila, warms me as it trickles down into my stomach, and I instantly feel more relaxed.
‘A few more of these, and I think I might actually enjoy today after all,’ I breeze, feeling looser already.
‘That’s a girl. Get it down you.’ She pours me another generous tot. ‘It was nice of you to let Lauren have that bag, it must have been a wrench to pass it up.’
‘No, not really, I spend all day with bags like that,’ I smile. ‘I wanted her to have it. Anyway, let’s face it … she did rescue me from Tina’s inquisition about the team-building weekend.’
‘Yes, that was sooo funny when you told me about Ciaran being starkers in your bedroom.’
My vision is a little misty as I reach over to chink Sam’s glass again. She’s also on her way to tipsyland as she misjudges the distance between us and ends up toasting my arm instead.
‘Oops, better slow down.’ We glance at each other and giggle.
Suddenly, the door to one of the treatment rooms bursts open and Tina appears, clutching a towel to her naked body. Her face is covered in a fluorescent green face mask. She’s huffing like a mini Incredible Hulk revving up for a gigantic hissy fit. Caroline is standing behind her with a look of utter horror on her face. My lips freeze on the glass. Tina struts over towards us and positions herself squarely between the two steamer chairs. She throws a look of disgust at Sam before turning to me. I swallow. Tina opens her mouth, immediately closes it and then hesitates for a moment before opening it again.
‘Can you purleease keep the noise down. Your cackling is ruining my treatments. In fact, it’s probably best if you go, Georgina, you’re quite clearly not taking today seriously. And you are supposed to be on duty at the buffet table – that’s what I employed you to do,’ she snaps at Sam.
‘Sorry, we didn’t mea—’ But before Sam can finish her sentence, Tina turns and flounces back into the treatment room. Caroline turns to close the door behind her and mouths ‘sorry’ at us before shaking her head. Sam and I exchange furtive glances. ‘Come on. I think we’ve more than outstayed our welcome,’ Sam whispers, as we leg it back to the chill-out room.
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