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In astronomy, the heliocentric model states

all planets in our solar system revolve around the sun.

For my time on earth, if I had to pinpoint

the center of my universe,

it would be table 12 at the Rainbow Inn on Mill Lane.

Is this thing on?

Oi. Oi, can I have some service over here, bar wench?

What's a bar wench, Uncle Gary?

Color your giraffe in.

Can you keep it down please, Olivia?

Why don't you do your job,

and go and fetch me another, like a good little girl, hmm?

I think you've had enough for today.

I wasn't asking for your approval.

I do have the right to refuse service.

Oh, so my money's not good enough, eh?

What money?

You haven't paid your tab in weeks.

Would you like a borrow one of mine?

That's okay. Purple's my favorite colour anyway.

Listen, this has been my local

long before you worked here.

I'm not disputing that.

Are you trying to be clever with me?

Olivia, can you lower your voice, please?

There's children in here.

I don't need to be spoken to like that.

Oi. Come on. We're going. That's it. Out you come.

I've reserved your favorite table.

Cheers, Lynn.

Good luck, love.

So, Monica was like, "It's not my fault

the top got ripped."

You know tall Monica? Not blonde Monica.

And then Sarah, she was like,

"You paid for it with my card.

So if they won't let you return it for a refund,

then you owe me that money."

Heads up.

Sorry we're late, guys.

Everyone, this is Rhian. Rhian, this is Yasmine and Evan.

Hiya.

Nice to meet you, Rhian.

Yasmine, was it?

Yas for short.

Oh. You're a hugger.

Always babe!

How are you, buddy?

- I'm good. You? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Thanks, hon.

What?

Ever the perfect gentleman.

Chivalry's long dead, mate.

Oh yeah?!

Look, I'm a firm believer in equality,

i.e., pull out your own chair.

Oh, so I guess that means

we'll be splitting the bill four ways, then?

I thought tonight was on you.

Ooh.

I love your dress.

Oh, thank you. That's a pretty necklace.

Oh, it's from the Olivia Newton John range.

She's like my style icon.

Oh, the one from Grease?

I think she's Australian.

Oh my gosh. I am so sorry.

No, no, that's all right.

I feel you never truly get to know someone

until they've spat all over you.

That's not very hygienic.

I was joking.

Oh.

So, how'd you two meet, anyway?

Go on. You tell it better.

I just popped into town

and I parked up near the bowling alley,

and when I got back, my car had a flat tire.

Nic helped me change to the spare.

Oh, so he's your knight in shining armor.

Something like that.

That's so romantic.

I guess you can call me a hero.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure. Nuts, anyone?

I'll get some proper drinks. What does everyone fancy?

Thanks.

Cheers, love.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm gonna go for a smoke.

She comes around for desserts, get me profiterole.

Okay.

So, what you gonna go for?

Not sure yet.

The cheesecake's pretty nice.

Uh-huh.

- So do you... - I'm just gonna pop

to the ladies.

Okay.

Well she's chatty, isn't she?!

Oh, shit.

Well, it was lovely to meet you.

FYI, our dates are hooking up on the patio.

Wait, Rhian wait, I can explain.

Here you are, sweet.

Nice one. Cheers, Lynn.

Rhian?

Ian?!

Oh, it's Evan, actually.

Oh, right. Not been stood up, have you?

Oh, no, no, no. They're always late.

What are you up to tonight?

Just meeting some friends from work.

Oh, cool, cool. Yeah.

Yeah. Looks like I'm the first one here.

Do you want to join me till they arrive?

Sure. What's the worst that can happen?!

Yep, that's the spirit.

Nice whiskers.

Not flirting with me, are you, Ian?

Still Evan.

Yes. Evan.

And that depends.

On?

Well, if you're interested then yeah,

but if you're not, then no, absolutely not.

You've completely misread the situation.

Snagged yourself a sexy kitten, I see!

Rhian.

Still friends then?

Yeah, I mean, he apologized.

So, what's that?! Some kind of secret boys' club?

He says sorry, and everything's forgiven?

Well, sort of.

I mean, we've been mates since primary school.

You know what they say?! Bros before...

Can I try some of your drink?

Yeah. I mean it's a standard lager, but...

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah.

Kind of had that coming.

Your round, mate.

What was that about?

He's such an arsehole.

Did you hear what he said to me?

- No. - He just called me a ho.

Lynn looks a bit busy.

Don't worry.

He's such an arsehole.

Might get it in a minute.

I mean, he does this all the time. I feel like every time I see him, he's just so infuriating.

Don't worry, love. I'll have a word with him. All right?

Let me sort it out.

He is an arsehole though.

Had to be the whole pint, didn't it?

I don't wanna see him again.

Don't worry, I'll sort it. All right?

Do you mind?

Well, technically, you do owe me a drink, so.

Oh, God.

That'll teach you.

What the hell is that?

Spinach, kale, and avocado.

Oh.

It's good for you.

Mm-mm.

So, waiting for the bus?

Is that what that sign is? Thank you. What a relief.

You know, that's had me baffled for hours.

Off to work then?

I am off to work. Yes.

So, what do you do?

Assassin for hire.

When I work for the government,

they label me as an assassin.

But when I'm working for Chechen arm dealers

or guerrilla militia, they tend to go with mercenary,

which I'm actually not too fond of as a title,

if I'm honest.

Interesting.

But isn't all that information meant to be classified?

See, that's the thing.

No one ever believes me, anyway,

so it's kind of the perfect cover story.

The old double bluff. Clever.

Yeah, I thought so. What about you?

What do you do for work?

Have you ever heard of the Handsome Hunks?

The male strippers?

That's the one. Mhmm.

Yeah, I rub baby oil on them before they go on stage.

That sounds like a very important job.

Yeah, it's not exactly saving lives,

but it's a couple of rungs down.

Anyway, I will not keep you.

Good luck with the whole mass murdering.

Oh, aren't you sweet?!

Oh, and I have been having real problems with my phone,

and I have lost my number.