The Beach

When Jean began to produce a second round of drinks, I manoeuvred myself around to where Francoise and Etie

Francoise was putting in a great performance. If she was feeling the tension, I'd never have guessed it. Externally, she seemed to be in the party spirit one hundred per cent. When I walked up she gave me a flamboyant hug and a kiss on each cheek, and loudly said, 'This is all so wonderful!'

'I mentally congratulated her. She was even taking the performance through to slightly slurring her words, and not overdoing it either. Getting it exactly right.

'Can I have a kiss too?' said Jesse, nudging one of the carpenters.

'No,' Francoise replied with a dizzy smile. 'You are too ugly.'

Jesse clasped one hand to his heart and the other to his forehead. 'I'm too ugly! I'm too ugly for a kiss!'

'That's right,' said Cassie. 'You are.' She gave him her beer. 'Here. You'd better drown your sorrows.'

'I think I should!' Tipping his head back, he drained the liquid in one slurp and tossed the empty vessel behind him. 'But you still love me, don't you, Caz?'

'Not when you call me Caz, Jez.'

'Caz!' he howled. 'Caz! Jez! Caz!' Then he scooped her up in his arms and began staggering off towards the longhouse.

A couple of minutes later Etie

'You are not listening to me,' Francoise said.

Unhygienix shrugged and began organizing the cooking-pot carriers.

'You never listen to me any more. Before, if I was talking to you, you would always listen. But now you have no time to even talk to me.'

'Yeah… Has Keaty told you not to eat the stew?'

'Richard!'

I frowned. 'What?'

'You are not listening to me!'

'…Oh. Well, I'm sorry. I've got a lot on my mind.'

'Not me.'

'Huh?'

'I am not on your mind.'

'Uh… Of course you are.'

'I am not.' She poked me in the ribs. 'I think you do not love me any more.'

I looked at her in astonishment.' …Are you serious?'

'Very serious,' she said petulantly

'But… I mean… Do we have to talk about this right now? I mean, of all times, does it have to be right now?'

'Yes. It must be now. Etie

'Francoise!' I hissed. 'Keep it down!'

'Maybe I should keep it down, but maybe I should not. In the dope field, when I would not be quiet, you pushed me to the ground and held me tightly.' She giggled. 'It was very exciting.'

With a quick look around, I linked my arm in her elbow and began propelling her away towards the edge of the clearing. Once we were out of sight of the others I turned her round, held her head between my hands, and looked carefully at her pupils. They were all over the place. 'Oh my God,' I said furiously. 'You're drunk.'

'Yes,' she admitted. 'I am. It was this potchentong.'

'Potchentong? What the fuck are you talking about?'

'Jean calls the drink potchentong. It is not the real potchentong, but…'

'How much have you had?'

'Three cups.'

'Three? When?'

'With the football. The game.'

'You idiot! '

'I had no choice! They were passing around the shell, and you had to drink it all. They were watching and clapping, so what could I do?'

'Christ! Did Etie

'Yes. Three cups.'

I closed my eyes and counted to ten. Or meant to. That shit never works. I stopped when I was on about four.

'Right,' I said. 'Come with me.'

'Where are we going?'

'Over here.'

Francoise gasped as I pulled her behind a tree.

'Open your mouth,' I instructed.

'Are you going to kiss me?'

The infuriating thing is I'm sure that if I had tried to kiss her, she'd have let me. She was that drunk. But I had to shake my head.

'No, Francoise,' I replied. 'Not exactly.'

She bit my fingers really fucking hard when I stuck them down her throat. And she struggled and squirmed like a snake. But I was holding her with a vice-grip around her neck, and once the fingers were in, there wasn't a lot she could do about it.

After she'd finished throwing up, she slapped me in the face, which I accepted. Then she said, 'I could have done that myself.'

I shrugged. 'I didn't have time for an argument. Are you feeling more sober now?'

She spat.' …Yes.'

'Good. Now go and wash yourself down in the waterfall stream and then discreetly make your way back to the clearing. And don't touch a drop of potchentong.' I paused. 'Or the stew.'

When I returned to the party, Etie

He nodded unhappily. 'The potchentong… They made me drink it and…'

'I heard,' I said, and tutted with sympathy. 'Strong stuff, huh?'

'Very strong.'

'Well, no worries. Just come with me.'

A Loose End

The layout was simple. Concentric circles under the marquee, the first a ring of candles, the second our banana-leaf plates, the third our seated selves, and the fourth a final ring of candles. It looked spectacular and terrifying. Orange faces, flickering light, diffused through clouds of dope smoke. And such a level of noise. People weren't talking, they were shouting. Sometimes screaming. Nothing more than jokes or requests to pass the rice pot, but it sounded like screaming.

I'd made us all sit together. Keeping us together made it easier all round. We were able to get rid of our stew more easily and it kept Keaty and Francoise contained between me and Etie

'I told you they'd trip,' he said. With the racket as a backdrop, he didn't even have to whisper. 'You put way too much in.'

'You think they're actually tripping?'

'Maybe not seeing stuff, but…'

I looked over at Sal, who was directly opposite me in the circle. Strangely, despite the din, she looked like someone in an old silent movie. Sepia-toned, flickering, twisted lips with no discernible sounds coming out. Frozen lips. Arched eyebrows. She must have been laughing.

'…But yeah, they're tripping,' Keaty finished. 'Either that or I am.'

Unhygienix appeared behind us. 'More stew!' he shouted.

I raised a hand. 'So full! Can't eat more!'

'Yes! Eat more!' He reached over and ladled a huge dollop in front of me. It poured over the edges of my banana leaf like a lava flow, smothering rice grains, taking them with it. Little people in the lava, I thought, and suddenly felt like I was tripping too. I gave Unhygienix the thumbs up, and he continued on his rounds.

A half-hour later, around quarter to nine, I excused myself on the pretext of a piss. I did need a piss as it happened, but mainly I wanted to check up on Jed. With the way things were going, I couldn't see the manic level being sustained later than midnight, so I wanted to know if our problem was resolved yet.

I relieved myself outside the hospital tent. Bad form in normal circumstances, but civic responsibility wasn't high on my list of priorities any more. Then I stuck my head through the flaps. To my amazement, Jed was asleep. He was in the same spot he'd been in earlier that day, but keeled over on his side. He'd probably been awake all the previous night.