Melissa said the spirits were in here, I said.
Yeah, Nick said. What can I get you?
I said I would have a glass of gin while everyone stared at me in a peaceable, stoned-looking way. Other than Nick there were two women and two men. The women weren’t looking at one another. I glanced at my own fingernails to reassure myself they were clean.
Are you another actress? someone asked.
She’s a writer, Nick said.
He introduced me to the other people then, and I immediately forgot their names. He was pouring a large measure of gin into a big glass tumbler and he said there was tonic water somewhere so I waited for him to find it.
I’m not being offensive, the guy said, there are a lot of actresses.
Yeah, Nick has to be careful where he looks, said someone else.
Nick looked at me, though it was difficult to tell if he was embarrassed or just high. The remark definitely had sexual connotations, though it wasn’t clear to me precisely what they were.
No, I don’t, he said.
Melissa must have gotten pretty open-minded then, someone else said.
They all laughed at that, except Nick. I knew at this point that I was being interpreted as some kind of vaguely disruptive sexual presence for the sake of their joke. It didn’t bother me, and in fact I thought about how funny I could make it sound in an email. Nick handed me the glass of gin and tonic and I smiled without showing my teeth. I didn’t know whether he expected me to leave now that I had the drink, or if that would be rude.
How was the visit home? he said.
Oh, good, I said. Parents well. Thank you for asking.
Whereabouts are you from, Frances? said one of the men.
I’m from Dublin, but my parents live in Ballina.
So you’re a culchie, the man said. I didn’t think Nick had culchie friends.
Well, I grew up in Sandymount, I said.
Which county do you support in the All Ireland? someone asked.
I inhaled the second-hand smoke through my mouth, the sweet rancid taste of it. As a woman I have no county, I said. It felt good to belittle Nick’s friends, although they seemed harmless. Nick laughed, as if to himself at something he had just remembered.
Someone out in the kitchen yelled something about cake then and everyone left the utility room except for us two. The dog came in and Nick pushed her out with his foot and closed the door. He looked shy to me suddenly, but maybe only because he was still very flushed from the heat. That James Blake song ‘Retrograde’ was playing outside in the kitchen. Nick had mentioned in an email how much he liked the album, and I wondered if he had chosen the music for the party.
I’m sorry, he said. I’m so high I can’t really see straight.
I’m jealous.
I rested my back against the fridge and fanned my face a little with my hand. He held up his beer bottle and touched it to my cheek. The glass felt fantastically cold and wet, so much that I exhaled quickly without meaning to.
Is that good? he said.
Yeah, that’s incredible. What about here?
I shifted aside one of the shoulder straps of my dress and he rested the bottle against my collarbone. A bead of cold condensation rolled down my skin and I shivered.
That’s so good, I said.
He didn’t say anything. His ears were red, I noticed that.
Do the back of my leg, I said.
He moved the bottle to his other hand and held it against the back of my thigh. His fingertips felt cold brushing my skin.
Like that? he said.
But come closer.
Are we flirting now?
I kissed him. He let me. The inside of his mouth was hot and he put his free hand on my waist, like he wanted to touch me. I wanted him so much that I felt completely stupid, and incapable of saying or doing anything at all.
He drew away from me after a few seconds and wiped his mouth, but tenderly, as if he was trying to make sure it was still there.
We probably shouldn’t do that in here, he said.
I swallowed. I said: I should go. Then I left the utility room, pinching my bottom lip with my fingers and trying not to make any expression with my face.
Out in the conservatory Bobbi was sitting on a windowsill talking to Melissa. She waved me over and I felt I had to join them although I didn’t want to. They were eating clean little slices of cake, with two thin lines of cream and jam that looked like toothpaste. Bobbi was eating hers with her fingers, Melissa had a fork. I smiled and touched my mouth again compulsively. Even while I did it I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t stop.
I’m just telling Melissa how much we idolise her, Bobbi said.
Melissa gave me a levelling glance and took out a packet of cigarettes.