"So what's the plan?" Ben repeated.
I took another long swig from the bottle, wiped my mouth and placed it on the side. "I don't fucking know Ben do I?" I snapped at him. "I'm not fucking Arnold Schwarzeneger or Chuck fucking Norris! I'm a supply teacher who lives in Birmingham! I'm not even a proper teacher! I just temp and fill gaps!" I threw the glass on the side at the wall in anger to illustrate my frustration. Ben shrank into his chair.
"There's no need to talk to me like that mate is there? I'm sorry you can't get to your kids, I'm sorry everything is fucked up, but we need to sort something out! And getting pissed isn't the answer Rob!" He snatched the bottle of whisky off me and passed it to Erica. "It was you who just grabbed me and took me on a little adventure which almost fucking killed us! I figured you'd have something going on in that mind of yours, such as a plan for when we all got back here, such as, I don’t know, getting the fuck out of dodge!" Ben pushed his face right into mine.
"Back off Ben." I growled at him.
"Guys, come on! Posturing and pushing each other around isn't going to solve anything now is it?" Chris said to us, putting his hands on our shoulders.
"Fuck off Chris!"