I felt embarrassed about pigging out in front of the girls. I decided I wasn’t bothered, and after a moment’s consideration loaded my plate with as much food as Dmitri’s. He saw what I was doing, however, and pointed it out to the others.
“As you can see, Conrad has recently discovered the benefits of his high metabolic rate.” He nodded to my plate and tipped me a vast wink.
Celeste, who was sitting next to me, looked at my heaped plate interestedly. “Good for you, Con,” she murmured. “Enjoy it while you can.”
Shelley sighed enviously. “I wish I could do that,” she said. “I’m too fat as it is.” The girls broke in, as they are wont to do, with slightly bored-sounding reassurances that she was not fat at all, and Dmitri winked at me once again as we got on with our meal.
After the meal we watched a DVD then Dmitri insisted on dancing. Most people would feel stupid dancing in someone’s front room with just five other people, but not him. He got up and strutted his stuff like someone three stone lighter. And if said strutting involved him touching Celeste’s bottom, then so much the better. He danced with all the others, as did I, although I was feeling quite full.
At eleven-thirty Amber decided she was going home and Celeste went out with her. Shelley lived just a street away from me so I walked her home before going back to my own house with that after-party feeling you get, when you feel tiredness scratching at your eyeballs countered perfectly by the night air on your face. Of course, the balance was destroyed when I got home, but I still had time for a couple of heated-up burgers and some ice-cream.
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