Never An Easy Ride

Chapter 1 - On Call

"Is this illegal?"
"Because if it is, at least I know the facts."
"Who am I kidding, of course it's illegal."

"Of course it isn't Holly!...I mean, wellll." I smack her shoulder and begin to laugh because well, I can't help but not. Holly is such a smart woman, but also makes the most ridiculous remarks.

"We could definitely get arrested for this!"

"We're smuggling a lidl bakery cookie amoungst shopping we are paying for, we're not drug smuggling you dickhead."

"Your jobs changed you yeno...it's bloody 42p!" She shakes her head refusing to be part of the whole 'operation' as she calls it.

"You mean our job, funnily enough we work together?"

"Oh yeahhhh, well still— I'll be waiting in the car!"

"Pussy."

I pay and mange to successfully smuggle a cookie for free at the self checkout. Winner winner chicken dinner.

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Holly helps me bring in the shopping when we arrive to our house. When I say helps I mean brings it in and leave it in the hallway to defrost. Living with Holly may have been the best and worst decision of my life—honestly. But I wouldn't change it for the world.

"We still on for pizza tonight?" She asks peering round the corner clearly excited.

"Yeahhhh buddy!" I beam.

We have had the most god awful stressful week at work so we agreed we would do pizza and procecco on our day off, it is Saturday after all. Not that we ever fully have a day off, we are always on call.

"You think we will get called out tonight?"

I slam the shopping onto the kitchen island and start to unpack it all. "Don't be jinxing it because I'm really hoping not."

"We shouldn't drink to much in that case."

My eyes roll, "Kiss my arse."

We soon settle down in front of the Tv. Pizza is ordered after a usual tiff about if pineapple goes on pizza (it absolutely does fucking not) and we enter full on relaxation mode.

"Do you think if that was to actually happen we could survive?" Holly asks referring to the shite she chose to watch—Shaun of the dead.

"Me maybe, you absolutely not." I laugh sipping my procescco.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Her eyebrow furrow together as she waits for a response and I think about how to word it.

"It means, you'll probably be talking to a stray cat or something and forget there are flesh eating zombies around you, boom, you're dead."

"Okay, fair." She launches a pillow across to me giggling, I think she has indeed had to much to drink. Just as I was about to launch it back, our buzzers go off.

"Seriously?" We both moan at the same time standing to our feet in an instant adrenaline rush.

I grab my second phone as Holly, like usual has to searches for hers.

Now what usually happens is our buzzer goes off to indicate an incoming text message on our work phones.

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I open the attachments. They reveal a picture of a club in London, not to far from here and the attire style we are required to wear and the guy who we are there for.