"Well, I suppose they're all right," he grumbled. He took a belt from the woman and dropped sixty baht into her open palm. She smiled and nodded her thanks before moving on to the next tourist.
Josh and Goose continued their walk down The Khao San Road. They got closer to the guesthouse and Josh found himself crossing his fingers, hoping the travel desk would be closed.
As they passed one of the VW vans, the lady-boys who adorned it whistled and cooed at the men. Josh smiled, ignoring their advances, but Goose flipped them the bird. The lady-boys showed no signs of being offended and increased their catcalls.
“They must be kidding,” Goose said. “Who the hell do they think they are? Do I look like a gay-boy?”
Josh cringed at Goose’s choice of language. He wondered why Goose even bothered to leave London if he wasn't going to accept other people’s cultures.
Goose was soon distracted by a group of attractive girls wandering past.
“All right ladies?” he called out as they walked by.
The girls ignored him. Goose turned, walking backward to leer and whistle. Goose seemed oblivious to the fact he was mimicking the calls of the lady-boys he so despised.
Josh stared at the ground, embarrassed. People would sum him up and lump him in the same category as this uncouth creature.
The pair finally reached the guesthouse. The travel desk was still open and manned by the young Thai girl who had told him of the ticket change earlier. She was talking to a blonde couple, pointing out routes on a large map covering the whole of the desktop. She must have heard them come in as she lifted her head. She caught Josh's eye and smiled.
Damn.
Goose noticed the eye contact and bustled over to the girl. Josh sank onto one of the plastic chairs lined up against the wall.
“My mate over there reckons you can get me on a bus to Siem Reap tomorrow,” Goose said, talking loudly over the conversation she was already having.
The young couple glanced up in surprise and the Thai girl looked back over at Josh. Josh hid his face in one hand, marveling at what incredible bad luck had brought this awful person into his life.
"I am sorry sir," said the girl. "I am busy at moment, please come back in ten minutes."
"But it won't take a second."
"I am sorry sir," she repeated, slow and loud, as though speaking to a small child. "You must to wait." She turned back to her couple and continued where she left off.
Goose stared at her until he realized she was going to continue to ignore him. He turned away and skulked back to Josh, his demeanor that of a schoolboy who had just been dismissed. Her rebuke delighted Josh, even more so when she lifted her eyes to his and gave him a tiny, secret smile. Goose said nothing as he dropped into a chair beside Josh. He stared at the girl—his face red, lips pressed together—until the couple stood and walked away.
"Come on then," Goose said, leaping to his feet. "Let’s make sure I can get on that bus tomorrow."
Josh rolled his eyes at Goose's retreating back, but didn’t follow him to the desk. Goose didn’t even notice. He had already sat down and started talking to the girl about his trip. He spoke in a fast, loud voice, gesturing with his hands. Josh realized she was nodding in return and tried to send her desperate looks. He hoped the fear in his eyes would make her understand what he was trying to say.
Goose shifted in his seat, the flimsy plastic bending under his weight as he took his wallet from his back pocket. He opened it and handed the girl a huge wad of notes; easily twice what Josh paid. The girl gave Josh another smile.
Goose had been ripped off, but he was getting the bus.
Josh put his face in his hands, exhausted. He felt Goose’s presence back beside him, and lowered his hands. Goose waved his ticket in the air, creating a slight breeze in the humid night.
"Time for a beer I think!" Goose declared.
Josh put his head back in his hands. Goose thumped him on the shoulder and Josh wearily lifted his head.
"Come on, mate. You can sleep when you’re dead. Let’s party!"
"Goose,” he said, shaking his head. “I need some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."
Even longer now thanks to you, he thought.
"Spoil-sport." Goose switched back to sulky boy behavior.
Josh got to his feet. "I'll see you in the morning," he said, hoping with all his heart that he wouldn’t.
~*~
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About the Author
Marissa Farrar is a multi-published horror and paranormal author. She was born in Devon, England, loves to travel and has lived in both Australia and Spain. She now resides in Devon with her husband, two children, a crazy Spanish rescue dog and four hens. She has a degree in Zoology, but her true love has always been writing.
Her dark take on a vampire romance, Alone, was first published in 2009 and has now been re-launch
ed by Red Hot Publishing. The second book in the series, Buried, is now available to buy. The third in the series, Captured, will be published early 2012.
Her short stories have been accepted for a number of anthologies including, Their Dark Masters, Red Skies Press, Masters of Horror: Damned If You Don’t, Triskaideka Books; and 2013: The Aftermath, Pill Hill Press.
If you want to know more about Marissa, then please visit her website at www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com. You can also find her at her facebook page, www.facebook.com/marissa.farrar.author or follow her on twitter @marissafarrar.
She loves to hear from readers and can be emailed at [email protected].
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