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4 for company can really bring on the self-pity sometimes, you know.’
    ‘You’re breakin’ my heart here, Sal,’ said Steve with a grin. ‘C’mon, you’re not gonna be single for long… you’re lovely… ye know you’ve got really kind eyes, don’t ye?’
    ‘Thanks,’ she said coyly. ‘Windows to the soul and all that. Either means I’m kind-hearted or just too bloody soft, eh?’
    Steve looked at her gentle blue eyes intently and concluded that unless his gut instinct was badly betraying him, this girl didn’t have a bad bone in her body. He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and kissed her. Her soft lips eagerly met his and he felt a thrill more real than anything the drugs had offered him earlier.
    After their kiss, Steve put his arm around Sal and they held hands as they exchanged stories about their respective lives in Belfast and Brighton . It was getting close to 2 am and lights started to go up. As the other clubbers began filtering out, Steve could see Bobby sat by the bar on his own, supping the remnants of his beer.
    ‘Hey Sal, guess I’d better have a word with the fella I came down here with.’ He nodded towards where his new friend was sitting.
    ‘So you’re a mate of Bobby’s then? That’s Brighton for you… never mind six degrees of separation, it’s usually just one. My ex, Rich, used to play bass in Bobby’s band. Bit of a local character is our Bobby boy. Overdoes the partying a bit too much, bless him, but he’s got a heart of gold.’
    ‘Well I’m glad you approve of the company I keep, Sal, ‘cos it would be nice to see you again.’
    ‘I’d like that too, Steve. Bobby has my number if you want to get in touch.’
    They briefly kissed again before Sal got up to join her friends who were waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. Before leaving, she waved over to Steve again and blew him a parting kiss.

 
    9
     
    Emerging from the club to the sound of seagulls and drunken laughter, Steve and Bobby agreed that they were both feeling peckish. They walked across the road to a fast food place where they each ordered a burger and a can of Coke. They got a window seat and watched random characters in various states of intoxication stumble along West Street .
    ‘Have been meaning to ask ye somethin’ Bobby,’ said Steve.
    ‘Fire away, boss.’
    ‘Thing is, I haven’t sorted maself out with anywhere to stay and was wonderin’ if I could crash on yer sofa tonight. There’s a youth hostel in Brighton aint there? Was thinkin’ of checkin’ in there tomorrow.’
    ‘Well you’re in luck, boss. My flatmate’s staying in New York with his girlfriend and won’t be back until the end of August. I could do with the extra cash so if you reckon you could manage fifty quid a week, you can have his room for a while as long as you leave it like you found it.’
    Steve shook Bobby’s hand.
    ‘It’s a deal, mate. Yer a lifesaver, so ye are. I’m pretty well house-trained actually. Ye know the Mod motto, ‘clean living under difficult circumstances’? Well that’s me to a T, so it is.’
    ‘Well that’s handy, boss, ‘cos I’m a bit of slob myself,’ laughed Bobby. ‘C’mon, let’s make a move. I’m meant to be on site tomorrow at eight. Got a bit of labouring work at this big Regency gaff that needs gutting.’
    ‘Jesus, yer gonna feel like shit havin’ to do some hard graft after a night on the tear,’ said Steve, shaking his head.
    ‘I can handle it… get to the caff for about quarter-past seven, couple of bacon sarnies and some strong coffee with three sugars and I’ll be right as rain.’
    The streets were nearly deserted as they walked along Western Road towards Bobby’s flat on Lansdowne Place . At the junction with Montpelier Road , a homeless guy was lying at the corner outside Waitrose supermarket and Steve reached into his pocket to chuck him a few quid. As he did so, a couple of crop-haired geezers in over-sized trainers and tracksuit bottoms