Mr Gorgeous was well over six feet. He was wearing light stonewashed jeans and a tight-fitting white T-shirt. He had a perfect body, face and physique and was an absolute out-and-out sort. Aware of Mr Gorgeous smiling at him, Joey turned away. He felt like a fox startled by headlights. ‘He’s a lot older than me. I dunno,’ he said dubiously.

Frankie burst out laughing. ‘He’s fucking amazing, what is wrong with you? Please don’t tell me you’ve dragged me all the way here and now you’re shit-scared to go for it.’

Glancing back at the mystery bloke, Joey quickly looked away. ‘Go and get us another drink – and get me a double,’ he ordered his sister.

Waving her money at the barman, Frankie couldn’t stop smiling. Her brother was such a funny bastard at times.

‘All right? My name’s Lisa. First time here, is it?’ asked a hefty woman with a skinhead.

Frankie nodded. ‘I’m here because of my brother. He’s gay, not me.’

The woman smiled. The newcomers all said that. In denial, the lot of them. ‘Let me buy the drinks,’ the skinhead bird said.

Frankie refused. ‘Thanks, but no thanks,’she said curtly.

The woman smiled at her. ‘It’s not unusual to be curious. You’re only young and sometimes it takes a while to come to terms with what you was born to be.’

Frankie snatched the drinks off the barman. ‘I am not a fucking dyke, so will you sod off and pester someone else,’ she said angrily.

Realising that his sister wasn’t happy about something, Joey went to her rescue. ‘Is everything OK? What’s the matter?’

The shaven-haired woman scowled at him. ‘Your sister’s got issues, love,’ she said, walking away.

As Frankie repeated the conversation, Joey couldn’t stop laughing. ‘Don’t laugh – it ain’t fucking funny. She thought I was a lesbo,’ Frankie said, fuming.

Too busy winding Frankie up, Joey didn’t notice Mr Gorgeous walking his way.

‘Hi, my name’s Dominic. Can I buy you a drink?’

Her brother’s startled expression amused Frankie immensely. ‘His name’s Joey and, yes, he’ll have a large vodka and orange. I’m Frankie, his twin sister, by the way.’

Dominic shook Frankie’s hand and smiled. ‘And what would you like?’ he asked.

‘I’d just like my brother to meet someone as handsome as you and get himself laid,’ Frankie replied, grinning at Joey.

Joey was horrified. Frankie could be such a cow at times. ‘Take no notice. My sister can’t help having a mouth like a sewer,’ he said awkwardly.

Dominic squeezed Joey’s arm. ‘Your sister can shout up the drinks. Come and dance with me,’ he said.