“Let that be a lesson to you, son,” Frank warned his son. “You shouldn't go around filming people without them knowing what you're doing. It's illegal.” “I bet they didn't know that when they chose him for the award,” Elizabeth agreed. “You're not gonna tell them, are you, Holly?” Declan asked worriedly. “Not if you're nice to me for the next few months,” Holly said, slyly twisting her hair around her finger. Declan made a face; he was stuck and he knew it. “Yeah whatever,” he said, waving her
away. “To tell you the truth, Holly, I have to admit I thought it was quite funny,” giggled Sharon. “You and your Operation Gold Curtain,” she thumped Denise playfully on the leg. Denise rolled her eyes. “Oh, I can tell you all something–I am never drinking again.” Everyone laughed and Tom wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “What?” she said innocently. “I really mean it.” “Speaking of drink, would anyone like one?” Daniel stood up from his chair. “Jack?” “Yeah, a Budweiser, thanks.”
“Abbey?” “Em . . . a white wine, please,” she said politely.
“Frank?” “A Guinness, thanks, Daniel.” “I'll have the same,” said John.
“Sharon?” “Just a Coke, please. Holly, you want the same?” she said, looking at her friend. Holly nodded.
“Tom?” “JD and Coke, please, Dan.” “Me too,” said Declan. “Denise?” Daniel tried to hide his smile. “Em . . . I'll have a . . . gin and tonic, please.” “Ha!” everyone jeered her. “What?” She shrugged her shoulders as though she didn't care. “One drink is hardly going to kill
me . . .”
Holly was standing over the sink with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows scrubbing the pots when she heard the familiar voice.