By this stage Stephen had almost finished a case of Stella and half a bottle of vodka. Clodagh was drinking bottles of alcoholic lemonade.

Eventually Clodagh whispered in Stephen’s ear, ‘So are you going to fuck me or what?’

They looked around for an empty bedroom. There weren’t any. Both of the bathrooms were occupied.

Stephen found the locked door at the end of the corridor, and shouldered it open.

He and Clodagh had sex on Barry’s father’s bed.

In the kitchen Barry looked around and said, ‘Where’s Steve and Clodagh?’

He looked around. Then he went into his father’s bedroom.

‘Aw, what the fuck?’ Barry shouted. ‘The one thing I asked you, Steve. The one fucking thing I asked you!’

The lock on the door was broken and the wood around it was splintered. Clodagh and Steve had finished by this point. Steve had put his jeans back on. Clodagh, still naked, hid beneath the covers.

‘Relax, man,’ Steve said. ‘Take a fucking chill pill, or whatever. I’ll pay for a new lock, like.’

‘That’s not the point, man,’ Barry said. He was on the verge of tears. ‘This was the only fucking thing I asked you not to do and you went ahead and did it. You’re such a fucking geebag, Steve.’

‘Sorry, Barry,’ Clodagh said in a small voice.

‘Here, fuck off, man,’ Steve said. He put his T-shirt on. ‘I didn’t know, alright?’

‘That’s such fucking bollocks, man. Get the fuck out of my house. You’re such a fucking cunt.’

‘You can’t fucking throw me out.’ Steve was starting to laugh. ‘We’re in the arsehole of fucking nowhere, like. Where the fuck am I supposed to go?’

‘Just get the fuck out. And take that stupid bitch with you, alright?’

Steve was standing very close to Barry. They were both tall but Stephen was slightly taller.

‘Get ... the fuck ... out,’ Barry said.

‘Don’t be a prick about it,’ Steve said. He had stopped laughing.

Barry walked away, back towards the kitchen. ‘I’m calling the guards,’ he said.

A crowd had gathered. Steve, his pride stung, went after Barry. ‘Relax, man, for fuck’s sake. I’ll even get Clodagh to like, wash the sheets and stuff. We didn’t do anything weird, I just like, fucked her, or whatever.’

‘You fucking disrespectful cunt,’ Barry said.

‘Fuck you, man,’ Steve said.

Barry stood with his back to Steve. He had taken out his mobile phone and begun to dial.

Steve picked up a wine glass from the top of the fridge and threw it at the floor.

‘That’s what I think of your fucking house, man,’ he said.

Barry dropped his phone and charged at Steve. They both got in a couple of punches before they were broken up by, among others, Richard Culhane.

‘It’s not worth it,’ Richard kept shouting, ‘It’s not worth it.’

Steve’s nose was bleeding. Richard took him out into the front garden to calm him down.

Barry paced up and down the kitchen saying, ‘Fuck.’