The Drop

Monument.
    ‘No it fucking isn’t!’ she pretended to be horrified.
    ‘Yeah,’ said Sarah, ‘she fucking did.’
    ‘I did not!’ and she could hardly breathe through laughing, ‘if you must know I just sucked him off!’
    ‘Oh, that’s alright then,’ I deadpanned and we all cracked up.
    When they finally calmed down Joanne said, ‘I can’t believe you told him. I think I should tell him something about you now.’
    ‘Oh I don’t think so.’
    ‘I do,’ I said, genuinely intrigued.
    ‘Ha, you see,’ said Joanne, ‘he wants to know.’
    ‘Well that’s fine because you don’t know anything about me. Nothing recent anyway. I’ve been a good girl.’
    ‘Really?’ Joanne was teasing now and I was beginning to get a little sick feeling, in case she told me Sarah had been shagging some spotty student or footballer. I realised to my horror that I’d be jealous. I told myself I was just being protective of her but I wasn’t sure I was really buying that argument. You can fool just about anybody but you can’t fool yourself.
    ‘Last Christmas, we had a girls’ night in. We got really pissed on wine and played ‘Marry him, Fuck him, Shove him off a cliff’,’ said Joanne.
    ‘How does that work then?’ I asked, none the wiser.
    “Chelle started nominating blokes we knew and we all had to say whether we would marry them, fuck them or chuck them off a cliff,’ and she giggled.
    ‘Oh right,’ I got it now.
    ‘We went through all the boys our age, then some celebs,’ then she paused, ‘you don’t even remember do you?’ she asked Sarah who seemed blissfully unperturbed by this.
    ‘Remember what?’ she asked.
    ‘Well, you had been on the vodka as well as the wine,’ was all Joanne offered by way of explanation.
    ‘What are you on about?’ said Sarah testily.
    ‘What you said when his name came up.’ I couldn’t see Joanne, so I don’t know if she nodded in my direction but it was clear that she meant me. At this point Sarah literally gasped.
    ‘Joanne,’ she made her friend’s name into a warning.
    ‘You really can’t remember can you?’ she was loving Sarah’s discomfort now. I must admit I was taking a pretty big interest in this myself. I was quietly confident that I’d made the ‘fuck him’ list not the ‘shove him off the cliff’ pile but either answer was going to be embarrassing for both of us.
    ‘I don’t even remember playing the game,’ said Sarah a little snootily, ‘I was mullered.’
    ‘What do you think you said?’ urged Joanne, oblivious to Sarah’s mounting irritation.
    ‘No idea,’ replied Sarah, ‘could have been any of them or all three. No offence,’ the last two words were directed towards me.
    ‘None taken,’ I replied like her answer didn’t matter but of course it did matter, quite a lot. I put it down to male ego.
    ‘Want me to tell you?’ giggled Joanne, making the words into a sing-song, playground style taunt.
    Sarah had clearly had enough of this and wasn’t going to allow herself to be embarrassed by her mate, ‘I should imagine,’ she began, ‘knowing me and how I am when I’ve been on the vodka,’ there was a moment’s pause when she summoned up the nerve, ‘I probably said that I would fuck him.’ She said the last bit defiantly, daring either of us to take the piss out of her.
    I got a strange, conflicting sensation of being embarrassed, chuffed and not a little bit turned-on all at once because I knew from the sudden silence that she was telling the truth.
    My feeling of euphoria didn’t last long however, ‘no!’ squealed Joanne, like it was the funniest thing, ‘that’s not what you said!’
    Great, so when Sarah’s really drunk I join the ranks of the lemmings. Shit.
    Joanne continued, saying the words slowly and deliberately, ‘what you actually said was, and I’m quoting here, “I’d fuck him then marry him, so I could fuck him some more!” Joanne started pissing herself laughing but Sarah had gone deathly quiet in the back of my car. Joanne had finally achieved the unachievable, embarrassing Sarah to the core of her being and I knew why. The M word. Marriage. Marriage wasn’t cool or something you could shrug off because you were drunk, like a loose comment about a shag. Marriage was love and kids and setting up home together, for life, it was the real deal. Blimey.
    Joanne finally stopped laughing, perhaps realising she’d gone a bit too far for her friend’s liking. The situation needed