“God, are you still here?” Kev threw at him in obvious disgust. “I thought you’d buggered off hours ago!” He sniggered. “Literally.” Christ, how had Sam ever thought him good-looking? Face reddened from the booze and twisted in a sneer, Kev just looked like the arrogant bigot he was.
“Stop being such a git, Kev,” the hard-faced girl sitting next to him said irritably. Kev’s sister, Lucy. Sam had never liked her much, but she was starting to grow on him now. “Isn’t it almost time for the show?”
“Christ, yes!” Instantly, Sam was forgotten. Kev stood up. “Right, you lot—quiet—we’ve got ten minutes until haunting time! Get your arses out in the hall and bloody well keep quiet, all right?”