The Professionals Circuit Archive - Revelation Revelation by Ashlea God, I feel bad. It wasn't the amount of booze I put away -- I'm still sentient, even after that session at the pub. Actually, I'm surprised that I can still stand, let alone think... Needed it, though -- we both did. Ray and me -- Poor sod. The world's fallen down round his ears. That bloody Holly...'S the first time I've seen him go overboard for a woman -- you know, REALLY make an effort. She was special, you could tell, worth the extra bit of time and trouble... Not that it would've worked -- she's much too classy for him... I won't lie -- I'm glad she's gone. Okay, I'm selfish -- Ray's my partner, and I've got an important place in his life, same as he has in mine. I didn't realise it until I almost lost it...Suppose I should really thank her father for causing all the aggro. Won't solve our problem though... A small matter of a breech in trust. I can still hear him laying those charges -- 'did you bug my bedroom?' Yes, Ray, I bugged the entire bloody flat -- I was acting under orders, and I'm sorry. More sorry than you could know... I listened to the tapes -- you and Ann. What d'you expect me to say? I heard you making love... I heard every bloody word -- every movement, every sigh. I could tell when you were getting close -- you sounded... Christ, I didn't want to listen, but someone had to. You should thank God it WAS me, not one of the others, or you'd be in deep trouble: I heard it all -- even the nights SHE wasn't there -- my hearing, son, is spot-on... So, who's this Will...Someone you've been seeing on the side while you were dating Ann? Was she just protective camoflage? I've got a right to know, Ray. You're my partner -- if you're going with another man, I want to know why. I mean -- hell, what can he give you that I can't? "Ray?" Oh, you're well out of it aren't you? Flat on your back on the mattress -- d'you know that your eyes look greener than ever tonight. It might be because they're bloodshot -- complementry colours, and all that... Do you even know I'm here...? "Come on, let's get your boots off -- and your jeans - -" They stink of smoke from the bar. "Yeah, I'm here, mate. What d'you want? Going to be sick?" Don't start crying again, Ray -- I know you're hurting , sunshine. Let me -- "Got you now...shush, it's okay, hold on to me..." I know he's not here with you... I like this -- s nice, just holding you in my arms... "What are babbling about now, Doyle?" Stay? "Course I will. I've had a skinful, too. Cowley'd bloody lynch me if I get done for drink driving. Move over a bit then -- I am NOT sleeping on your sofa again..." "I'm glad, too -- nearly wrecked my back last time -- Stop that! I'm perfectly capable of undressing myself." "Alright, I didn't mean to shout." "NO -- I'm not angry. Just get under the cov-" A kiss to show that I'm not angry? Why not? One kiss won't matter, and he's too drunk to know what he's doi- "Oh, God, Ray --" If he kisses this well when he's drunk -- I'm going buy shares in a distillery first thing tomorrow morning! That bloke of his is going to be disappointed -- Ray won't be his for very much longer. "What, love?" Yes, I'll put my arms around you. Hold you for ever... "Shush, go to sleep -- what?" Did I hear that right. The cheeky sod -- "No I actually prefer Andrew..." What the hell, we'll discuss it in the morning... -- THE END - Archive Home