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Andrew Fox: Over Our Heads

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A young man rushes to the bedside of his ex, knowing the baby she's having is not his own. Travelling colleagues experience an eerie moment of truth when a fire starts in their hotel. A misdirected parcel sets off a complex psychodrama involving two men, a woman and a dog… Andrew Fox's clever, witty, intense and thoroughly entertaining stories capture the passions and befuddlements of the young and rootless, equally dislocated at home and abroad. Set in America and Ireland — and, at times, in jets over the Atlantic — Over Our Heads showcases a brilliant new talent.

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‘Okay, right,’ Karen says. ‘Look, so.’

She wears black jeans and a tight black jumper with fraying sleeves hooked over her thumbs. Her feet are bare, her toenails purple. She pulls her knees to her chest and hugs them. Puppy sits beside her and starts chewing at her neck.

‘Karen? Boyo here needs the lowdown on Eits. I’ve told him she’s gagging, isn’t that right?’

‘Well —’

‘There you go,’ Puppy says. ‘You’re on a promise, there. She doesn’t lie to her friends.’

‘She’d love it if you did,’ Karen says.

‘If I what?’

‘If … you know. I think she likes you.’

‘If he threw her the good length!’ Puppy bounces on the mattress. ‘You brought the big knob, yeah?’

Karen smoothes a hank of hair at her ear and fumbles behind her for Puppy’s cigarettes. She lights one, looks at the floor.

The sign outside says Riders Niteclub. A chunky cowgirl sits astride the belly of the ‘d’. Her spurs graze the ‘e’s kicker. She licks her lips and waves her hat and winks. This is not a classy place.

By now we’ve all got a bit on us. Me: a shoulder I drained on the harbour road. Karen: just the few snifters of Bacardi she’s been sipping from a Coke bottle. Christ knows about Puppy: he’s sniffling like a lunatic, licking his lips and chewing his gums. I’m still waiting for results from the yoke he palmed me in the hall.

The bass rumbles low in my chest as I approach the door. Karen lives just around the corner and can get us in for free, but me and Puppy do the sober walk past the bouncers just in case. We leave our coats, get our hands stamped and head through padded doors into thumping techno and epileptic strobe light and throat-clawing dry ice and wet heat. Bodies are everywhere, their smells mixed in the air with the reek of Jägermeister and Red Bull and whiskey and beer and cider. We do quick shots and shove on to the dance floor where Puppy and Karen rub their crotches together. And I bob and weave and stretch and give it socks now because, looking at myself in the mirrored walls and realizing that I am suddenly in love with everyone and that no one could possibly hurt me, I’m coming up pretty strong.

After a while I go to the back bar to catch my breath. ‘Whiskey and Coke!’ I shout and the bartender nods like, Yes! Here finally is someone who orders a man’s beverage.

A girl looks up from a few feet away and raises a glass coloured with the same drink. I pull a stupid face to make her laugh and she turns to face me and pushes out her chest. I sidle up, yipped to bits and cool as a cucumber. And I’m off:

What’s your name? That’s a nice name, unusual, exotic. I had a fish called that once. Only buzzing. No, it’s nice. Beautiful, yeah? You from around here? Course you are. Why else’d you be in a shithole like this? Stop, sure I know. But it’s what we have to work with, right? You play the hand you’re dealt, yeah? So, do you go to school around here? Course not. What am I saying? I’d have noticed someone like you. Couldn’t miss someone as gorgeous as you. I’m serious! What? You think I’m messing? I’m not messing at all! I wouldn’t bullshit you. I’ll always tell you the truth. Here, you’re something else. Really, now, really. So what do you want to be when you grow up? Really, zoology? Never knew anyone who did that before. Animals and shit, yeah? That’s cool. I like animals myself — for dinner! Only messing. But that’s great, no seriously. It’s good you know what you want to do. Me? Just chilling. Like a villain on penicillin, what? Just weighing the options, you know yourself. Yeah. Nah, it’s grand. Sure, I’ll figure it out. Course I will. Here, here you’re gorgeous. You are gorgeous! Do you want to dance? Would you like to dance with me? Really? Deadly. I mean, all right if you want to. Whatever. Lead the way …

And down to the dance floor we go. She actually takes my hand to guide me through the throng so we won’t get separated. We squeeze into the half inch of available space there is behind some lanky streak with sharp elbows and some diddy little looker all giggles and bounce — the weirdest couple in the world. And we’re hopping and bopping to the loud fast music on the tight hot dance floor. And I’m trying really hard to hold it together, breathing carefully and riding the crests and the troughs and gumming the face off myself but making sure she doesn’t notice, when I catch Puppy’s eye and he gives me the wink and a big ‘Surprise!’ face and licks his lips and grabs two enormous handfuls of Karen’s arse.

I look back at my bird and reckon I might just be on to a winner, here. Blondie. Tall. One of those special ones who people give space to and smile at without really knowing why. And true to form there’s room clearing around her as she pops those hips and swings that hair and lets it fall wherever. And of course there’s pretenders — it’s the law of the jungle out here, boys! Lads sidle up and try it on, and I think I might be finished just for a second each time, but she shrugs them all off and turns back to me where I’m scissoring the air in front of me like a maniac — stacking shelves, making boxes, mop that floor, big-fish-little-fish — because I haven’t the foggiest notion of what else to do. Sweating like a bastard. Breathing like a train. Chemicals fizzing and popping in my veins …

And. Now. Suddenly. I’m on the floor with my ears ringing. I stagger to my feet and blink the spots away from my eyes. And there’s my girl, crisp in strobe-light stop-motion, arguing with some monster who can only be her boyfriend. Shaved head. Scarred knuckles. Tricolour tattoo.

She legs it off to the jacks crying — thanks a bunch! — and he comes over to lean his head against mine and shout and spit all over my face. Then he rears back and nuts me on the bridge of the nose. The room explodes around me. When I come to I’m being held up by two bouncers, then being flung through a doorway clear and slow. And now Puppy and Karen are beside me. She kneels down to rub my head and hold a tissue to my nose to stop the bleeding, and her hand feels nice and cold, her breath feels nice and warm, and I almost think I hear myself say ‘I love you’ but I can’t be sure because she doesn’t even flinch.

Puppy’s been on his phone all the way down the street telling the story. There’s drink in the house, he says, but not enough to go around.

‘But don’t worry,’ he tells me, ‘I’ve got you covered.’

He goes to the fridge and comes back with two cans and a bottle of some neon-yellow alcopop. And for a moment I realize I miss like hell the times when it was just the two cans, just the two of us.

‘Get that into you, Cynthia,’ he says.

The rest follow soon enough: some girls Karen knows from the convent, a few of the boys looking the worse for wear. Mark O’Leary is telling a joke about an octopus. Eits trails in last. Her heels are about seven storeys high and her clothes are tight in the right places. Puppy sits beside me.

‘All right, chief,’ he says, ‘Karen’s had a chat and it’s all good to go. This is the long and the short of it: you fucked it up with your one in the club, so this is all there is.’

‘I didn’t fuck it up,’ I say, ‘I was on a promise there if it wasn’t for — ’

‘You have to. You have to. Look, you’re a man. But you’re not. And you need to be.’

‘You’re an idiot.’

Puppy throws a glug of his drink down his throat. ‘But I’m a man, though.’

Eits and Mark are exchanging words. I manage to catch: ‘… just a little one. Two minutes. I’ve balls on me like fucking melons.’

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