Tigers & Devils (39 page)

“Fucking spoilsport.” I whacked him on the chest, and he rubbed at it with an injured air. “You know you don’t have to come so early, you’re going to be bored shitless by all the last minute stuff Nyssa and I have to do.”

“What kind of supportive partner would I be if I didn’t arrive with you?” he asked mockingly. “Besides, you threatened me.”

“Oh, that’s right,” I mocked. “Come on, then.”

The taxi driver was thrilled to have Declan Tyler™ in his cab, so he talked with him the whole way into the city, and I sat staring out the window letting the talk of statistics and injuries turn into a background drone.

“He seemed nice,” Declan said as we jumped out near Flinders Street Station. “He also said he didn’t care if I was ‘one of those homosexuals’.”

“He did?” I asked.

“I knew you weren’t paying attention, because you didn’t jump in all offended.”

“I must have been distracted by the cheesestick.”

Declan snorted.

“What did you say?”

“I thanked him?”

“What?”

“What else was I going to say?”

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“‘I hope you’re not expecting a tip’.”

Declan grabbed me by the arm as I was about to step in front of a tram.

“I could have made it.”

“Dickhead,
I
couldn’t have made that, and I’m a professional athlete.”

We bickered goodnaturedly to the steps in front of Federation Square, where the Australian Centre for the Moving Image had graciously allowed us to hold our opening night in one of their underground galleries. Nyssa was waiting for us, sitting on the stairs that led to the lobby. “I could hear you two from a mile away.”

“Simon’s nervous,” Declan told her.

“He always is on opening nights.”

“No, I’m not,” I protested.

“He’s grumpy—” Declan continued, and then he grinned. “Grump
ier
. That’s how you can tell.”

“Has the wine arrived?” I asked Nyssa.

“You’re going to start already?” she asked.

“I’m doing a checklist,” I protested. “Although I think we should all take a glass now just to settle in.”

Declan snorted again.

“The caterers?” I asked Nyssa, ignoring him.

“Setting up.”

“Projectionist?”

“On his way.”

“I am here also.”

At this stern, new voice we all turned around to see Alice Provotna standing behind us, her camera bag hanging over her shoulder and her mouth set in a dour line as imposing as the clichéd beret upon her head.

“Hey, Alice,” I said.

“Declan,” she said, giving me the frostiest of nods before focusing upon the true object of her attention. “You will have time later on for a one-on-one interview?”

Nyssa and I quickly looked away so we wouldn’t burst into laughter.

“Uh, sure,” Declan said. He turned to me. “Did you say something about wine?”

LISA grabbed me in a bear hug and at the same time Abe knocked fists with me in what was a great show of multitasking.

“Are we too early?” Lisa asked.

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“No,” I said as the light mounted on Alice’s camera hit me in the face. Lisa and Abe regarded the woman invading our personal space with polite curiosity.

“We’re not going to end up in some dodgy behind-the-scenes thing, are we?” Abe asked.

“Are you insulting my work?” Alice asked, her voice rising into the semi-hysterical tone self-proclaimed geniuses take when they feel their art is being questioned.

“No, no, not at all,” Abe replied hurriedly.

“Good,” she said, and she stalked off.

“Wow, she’s… interesting,” Abe murmured, looking somewhat stamped-upon.

“Abe,” said a young man, approaching him. “Frank Jason,
The Age
. Can I get a photo of you with Declan?”

Abe nodded, and they disappeared further into the crowd. Still hanging off me, Lisa gave a short laugh. “Welcome to the life of the football player’s ignored girlfr… partner.”

Her short slip of the tongue made us both laugh.

“Sorry,” Lisa said.

“Not at all,” I replied. “So this is pretty much what it’s like, huh?”

“Oh, they’ll probably grab us at some point to make sure they get a photo of us together. I’m surprised they haven’t made you and Declan pose yet, you’re pretty much the media darlings of the moment.”

“Against our wills.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah, but you’re always going to have a certain cachet.”

“You mean the freak factor.”

She whacked me across the head.

“Ow!”

“You deserved that,” she chided me.

We became aware of Alice’s presence again.

“You didn’t get that on film?” I asked, with a sinking feeling.

“Of course,” Alice replied tersely.

I groaned, thinking how my family would probably love to rewind again and again a scene of me being hit across the head. “Of course you did.”

Satisfied, Alice melted away again.

“Seriously, she’s like Nosferatu.” I shuddered.

Lisa laughed, and I was happy to see Roger push his way through the crowd. I hugged him happily, and he asked if I was drunk already.

“Only with happiness.”

“Then you should be fine that Fran’s behind me with your parents.”

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“They came?” I asked.

Roger nodded. “Oh, shit, you’re not going to cry, are you?”

Dry-eyed, I whacked him. “Are
you
drunk? Although I
am
slightly touched.”

“You’re telling me,” Lisa and Roger muttered in unison. They laughed at their own wit, and I left them to it.

Fran was still struggling through the densely packed auditorium, hanging onto a glass of wine for dear life. She protested as I took it off her and had a healthy swig, but I needed it to fortify myself.

“Mum, Dad, you came.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Mum asked.

“Well, I didn’t know, because you didn’t RSVP,” I reminded her. She leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. “Nobody does that in this day and age, dear.”

“Funny, everybody else here did,” I murmured as I offered Dad my hand to shake.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Big crowd,” Dad said approvingly.

“Yeah,” was my stunningly brilliant reply. “Well, it’s bigger than last year’s at least. That’s always a good thing.”

“Let’s go and get a drink, honey,” Mum told Dad, and they headed off in search of the free bar.

“Are you still starting with that doco on the cannibal who became a famous painter?” Fran asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m just making sure to get seats near your parents so I can see their reaction.”

“Take pictures, just in case I miss it.”

We went in search of our various partners. And, of course, more alcohol.

DECLAN and I had to suffer through what seemed like a thousand photographs being taken of us and Nyssa and I stammered through the opening-night speeches we had to make before the crowd finally shuffled into the theatre to begin watching the premiere screenings. Thankful that the intros between the short films would be handled by the guest speakers, Nyssa and I decided to go back out into the lobby and toast to our success. We were soon joined by our friends, and we found a dark corner to hide in, although the ever-present walkie-talkie had to sit out in the table in case one of the assistants cut through with an emergency.

“One night down,” I announced grandly. “Twelve more to go!”

We clinked our glasses together and then owlishly blinked in confusion as we realised one of the newspaper photographers had ambushed us.

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“That reminds me,” Declan muttered as I tried to regain a sense of my surroundings.

“Your little friend cornered me earlier. I just didn’t get to tell you before.”

“Who?”

“Jasper Brunswick.”

“That bastard!” I hissed. “I didn’t see him, I just thought I was lucky and he hadn’t oozed in.”

“No, he’s here. He cornered Abe and me and wanted to get a quote from me.”

“That guy?” Abe asked. “Oh, yeah, he was
great
.”

“You didn’t say anything, did you?” I asked Declan.

“Not a word.”

“You’re so clever,” I gushed.

“And if you drink anymore, I’m going to have to carry you to the cab.”

“You’ll do that?”

“Fuck, no! Switch to Coke!”

I began to protest, and Abe regaled us with a story of how Declan had to carry him from Crown Casino to the St Kilda tram line in order to get him back to Lisa’s house after a lost game last season.

The walkie-talkie squawked into life. “Simon?”

I picked it up. “Yeah, Bron?”

“We’re into the last ten minutes, so intermission’s coming up.”

I thanked her and alerted the catering staff to start pouring drinks. The crowd surged out of the theatre, and we were drowned in the white noise of their hubbub. Mum and Dad approached me, and I could tell from their expressions that they had had enough of avant-garde cinema for the year.

“Your dad’s tired, love,” Mum lied sweetly. “We’re going to call it a night. We’re old, you know.”

“Thanks for coming,” I told them, and I actually was thankful. Mum gave me a quick kiss, and I shook Dad’s hand; I turned to watch them leave and saw Declan grab them by the door. They conversed comfortably together; in fact, Declan looked more like their son than I did with the ease he showed with them. Declan laughed, shook my father’s hand, and caught sight of me.

“You’re such a good son-in-law,” I said as he joined me.

“I have to make up for you,” he lobbed back.

We turned to head back to the table our crowd had adopted and ran straight into Jasper Brunswick. There was no escape, although I looked all around for one.

“We have to stop bumping into each other, Declan,” Jasper purred.

“Oh, you have to be
shitting
me,” I said.

Jasper acknowledged my presence by rolling his eyes. “Simon.”

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I felt Declan take my elbow, a warning to keep myself in check.

“Enjoying the films, Jasper?” Declan asked politely.

“It seems that the quality diminishes each year,” Jasper replied. “No wonder you’re becoming more desperate for sponsorship, Simon.”

Declan’s grip on my elbow increased, and I made some noncommittal noise as I grabbed another glass of wine off the passing plate of a waiter.

“I know you two feel that you have reason to blame me for some of the press you got,” Jasper continued. “Especially you, Simon. I haven’t forgotten how rude you were to me on the phone, but luckily I never hold a grudge.”

I wondered why, with the strength of his fingers, Declan didn’t accidentally crush the footballs whenever he caught one on the field. I was going to have bruises in the morning.

Jasper decided to appeal directly to Declan as I was being unrelenting. “I had nothing to do with your outing. I don’t
out
people. Do you know how long I knew about you before I wrote about it?”

Declan’s mouth was firmly set, and he remained silent.

“I seem to remember you saying that he’s fair game now, though,” I couldn’t resist reminding him.

“All I want is an interview,” Jasper admitted.

“I’ve already done interviews,” Declan said firmly. “There’s such a thing as overexposure.”

“You’re nowhere near overexposure,” Jasper reassured him, and I tried to analyse his last sentence for any possible intended dirtiness.

“Precisely because I’m not doing interviews at the moment.” Declan nodded.

“You two owe me.”

“We owe you nothing,” I said.

“You don’t want the local gay press to get negative, do you?”

“Is that a threat?” I asked.

Jasper laughed. “So the footballer has the brains out of the two of you? Yes, Simon, it’s a threat.”

“Okay,
Jon
, that’s it,” I spat. “Outside!”

At the sound of his real name, Jasper grimaced. “Yeah, right, like I’m going to fight you.”

I didn’t really want to fight either. Mainly because the both of us would have looked absurd.

“I’ll think about it and get back to you,” Declan said, starting to pull me away before I could do any more damage.

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“No, you won’t! He just insulted you!” I argued as he pushed me into a booth and slid in beside me so I couldn’t escape.

“Actually, he insulted
you
,” Declan reminded me.

“You can’t do an interview with him!”