Day eight: The hangover

Rob, Sean and Nigel were slouched around the living room watching daytime TV.
          “Which one is this?” Nigel asked.
          “Aww mate, I don’t know. They’re all the same aren’t they?”
          “Well what do they have to do?”
          “You know, find old crap that no one wants to buy, buy it, try and sell it to people who don’t want to buy it, lose money. That kind of thing.”
          “Oh,” Nigel thought about this for a while. “So this is what you spend your time doing while I’m at work?”
          “Nah mate, I’m not usually up this early.”
          “It’s 11am.”
          “I know. That’s what I’m saying.” Sean said, flicking the channel over to some kind of game show. “Great, I like this one,” he said, settling down to watch it.
          Nigel shook his head.
          The door to the living room opened and Maggie stumbled through it.
          “Morning Mags,” Sean called out.
          “Morning Maggie,” Nigel said.
          Rob turned away from the TV. “Ouch! Mags, you look rough!”
          Maggie’s face was mostly hidden behind a tangled mass of hair, she’d obviously slept in her clothes and what they could see of her face had an unlit fag hanging out of it. Maggie muttered and shuffled her way across the living room and over to the kitchen. The other three listened to the sound of cupboards opening and closing and water gurgling. Maggie reappeared muttering and shuffling her way back across the living room, now with a glass of fizzing water in her hand.
          “Alright Mag?”
          Maggie didn’t answer but instead grabbed a lighter off the coffee table and disappeared back upstairs.
          The three men looked at each other. “How long do you reckon before we see her again?”
          “Well it’s Monday today, so…?”
          They turned their attention back to the game show on TV.
          “So whose go is it now?” Nigel enquired.
          “The lesbian,” Rob said disinterestedly.
          “What? You can’t just call lesbianism like that,” Sean said.
          “Why not?”
          “She’s only been on screen for five seconds.”
          “She clearly is though.”
          Sean said nothing but continued to watch the show. “Ha! She just said she’s married and has three kids.”
          “She could still be a lesbian. She may not know it, but I do.”
          “Oh whatever mate.”
          “I’m telling you, deep down all women are lesbians.”
          “What?”
          “Well even if they end up with a bloke, all they try and do is turn them into a girl. They try and get them to stop snoring, farting, leaving the seat up, sitting with their hands down their pants, I mean come on, that’s what being a bloke is all about, if they don’t like it then they can bloody well go and get with some bird instead.”
          Nigel and Sean looked at each other. “Do you want to talk about it?” Sean ventured.
          “Talk about what?”
          “Jenny.”
          “No.”