It didn’t take as long for the two men to retrace their steps. Eddie could still her the chatter of people, but the wall of sound from earlier had dissipated.
“Where is everybody gone Mick?”
“Well, the families are long gone by now. Everybody else is in one of the pubs. Don’t worry, we’ll have you back in the action soon.
Just a few minutes later, they had arrived.
“It’s actually called the Glush Garden. There’s a lovely colourful mural over the entrance just above a surprisingly happy looking bouncer. Come on, we’ll head in.”
Eddie could feel the softness of the ground underneath. It wasn’t grass, but wasn’t asphalt. More mushy. They were still outside but with tables and chairs. They found a good spot to sit down and Mick went to a close by bar to get some drinks. Normal pop music was now being played over the speakers. Eddie didn’t mind, he had his fill of the traditional music by this point.
The pints continued to flow. Mick thought they were a bit smaller than the norm but it more than worth it for a bit of space. It wasn’t long before nature called for Eddie. They were now walking over grass to a portable toilet.
On their way, Mick heard someone calling his name in the distance.
“Oh Yvonne is over there with a friend. Sure, we’ll go over and say hello.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
Yvonne was an old friend of Micks and she gave them both a warm hug.
She quickly and rather excitedly told them her friend’s name was Danielle.
Eddie immediate took centre stage.
“Where are from Danielle?”
:Oh, not too far away – Delvin. You?”
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