“What have you come as?” Ruben said.

Takia looked down at herself. “A bat, obviously.”

“Don’t you mean a vampire?”

“No. I mean a bat.”

“Same thing.”

“Similar but different. What have you come as?”

“Can’t you tell?”


“I’ve come as a doctor.”

“You don’t look like one.”

“Do you want to try a prescription?”

Takia smiled and handed Ruben a twenty-pound note as he gave her a poly bag with two pills inside.


Ripples of laughter spread throughout the house while Ruben forced his way through the dense crowd. He could feel the moisture from the collective sweat of countless people as he pushed through. When he reached a corner of the living room, he stood against the wall and saw Sina making his way towards him.

“I didn’t expect this many,” Sina said.

Ruben nodded. “Me neither, but I’m not surprised. I’m a popular guy.”

Sina laughed. “Think you’ll throw another one?”

Ruben made a gesture at two people he saw at the end of the room, and they began to approach him. “Definitely. Have you seen Liam yet?”

“I haven’t. Wait,” Sina looked at Ruben, “you asked Liam to come?”

“Yeah, he’s cool.”

“No he isn’t.”

“He is. He’s alright.” Ruben looked around the living room. “It’d be better if everyone was in a costume.”

“You’re not in one yourself.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

“Because it’s my house party.” Ruben turned to his left and saw Takia talking to someone. “That’s a proper costume. Take a look at Takia.”

Sina eyed her. “She’s got a bit of face paint and weird ears, but it’s a barely a costume.” He looked at Ruben, “You’re still trying it with her aren’t you?”

“There’s no need to try. I’m winning on all fronts today. Believe me. I’m making a grand at least, and Takia’s going to open up like a fountain.”

Sina chuckled. “You can tell me all about it afterwards.”

Ruben came off the wall. The two people he had gestured at were now near him behind the TV stand. He met them and took the money they handed him as he gave them a small bag of weed. Afterwards, he saw Sina doing the same at the other end of the living room. He looked at Takia, and she smiled at him.


Whenever Ruben checked his phone there was a text from someone asking if he had something they wanted, and he went around the house, often paring with Sina, selling what he had. He spent time in the garden taking in the smell of cannabis and cigarettes but turned down every offer to smoke. Near the shed he saw someone with a shisha pipe sharing it with several others, and the bins him and Sina had left around the house were filling up while the music was getting louder. He looked up at his neighbour’s windows and saw one of the lights come on and someone look out of it. Ruben looked away and into the window of his kitchen to see people struggling to get in and out. He looked around the garden once more and saw two people sizing each other up. He walked towards them and separated them.

The taller one of the two looked down at him, “What’s your problem?”

“Are you being serious?” Ruben said.

The taller one stared at him for a few moments before walking away.

Ruben turned around and walked back to the house. He saw that more people had arrived but less of them were in costumes.


The corridor was loud and cramped, and Ruben swore as he tried to pass through it. He stopped when he felt someone pinch him and turned around to see Takia. Her eyes were wider than before.

“You rock, Ruben,” she said. “This party’s actually good.”

“Rock? Do people still say that?”

“Well, I’ve just said it, so . . . What’s up? You look miserable.”

People were moving behind Takia, and she was pushed against Ruben. He made eye contact with her, and he leaned forward to kiss her. She turned her face and he kissed her cheek.

Takia looked at him. “If your mum comes back and the house is in a state you’re screwed you know?”

Ruben leaned back. “That won’t happen. Why do you think I’m everywhere? I’m keeping tabs on everything.”

“Are you? What about the person I saw upstairs writing on your wall?”

Ruben stared at her waiting to see if she was joking. She stared back. He turned towards the stairs then felt her pull him back. He watched her laugh. “Not funny,” he said. She hugged him, and he listened to her giggle before gently pushing her off him. “Pace yourself. There’s hours of the night left.”

Takia stared at him. “Have you got any more?”

Ruben checked his pocket and saw a few bags of pills. He looked up at Takia, “I’m all out.”

“Some doctor you are.”

Takia turned around and moved further down the corridor. Ruben watched her. He felt his phone vibrate and stopped looking in Takia’s direction to read the message from Sina. He put his phone in his pocket and headed towards the living room.


“You’re a genius for putting this on,” Sina said as he grinned and rubbed his hands together. “Everyone’s in one place.”

“I should tax your earnings,” Ruben said.


“I made this all happen, right?”

Sina stared at Ruben who began to laugh, and he said something Ruben couldn’t hear due to the front door shaking loudly as it was banged against. Whispering calls for quiet spread throughout the living room. The music stopped and soon the whole house was close to silent. Ruben moved towards the passageway and looked for signs from people nearest the door for confirmation of who was outside but received none. The door was thumped again. He couldn’t get to it, but he could hear the loud voices of his neighbours from behind the door telling everyone in the house to stop the noise and threatening to call the police. Behind him he could hear Sina trying to keep everyone silent. Ruben stopped trying to move forward and instead began telling everyone to do the same. “Turn the music back on,” he said eventually, “but have the volume lower.” Ruben turned around and saw something on the wall. He walked past it then stopped and looked at it again. It was a large graffiti tag written in silver. He tried to read it even though there wasn’t much light; “Robbie Raws.”


Ruben went upstairs to the toilet but after seeing how many people were waiting he went back down and took a piss in the garden. As he walked back to the house he saw several people gathered at the shed. He recognised the smell of the cannabis he had been selling, and he walked towards them. He spoke to them for a couple moments, and before he left he saw writing in thick silver lines on the inside of the shed door that was the same as what he had seen on the passageway wall. “Who wrote that?” he said.

Everyone shrugged.

Ruben raised his hand and rubbed the tag with his finger, but it didn’t fade.


Takia was in the corner of Ruben’s bedroom with a few of her friends. She was slouched on top of his bed, and her eyes were low. She looked up at Ruben as he approached her and smiled with her eyes closed.

“Who’s writing Robbie Raws on my walls?”

“Forget it. She’s gone.”

Ruben looked to his side to see who had spoke and saw Sina.

“Do you mean the silver tag someone’s been leaving on your doors?” Sina added.

Ruben nodded.

“Where’s Liam?” Takia shouted. “Aren’t you meant to be The Three Musketeers?”

“No, we’re not,” Sina said. “C’mon, let’s find this graffiti guy.”

Hours passed as Ruben and Sina went around the house. They sold much of what they had, and Sina walked around with his hand close to his chest pocket where most of his notes were while Ruben stopped repeatedly to speak to people he knew. The two of them went back downstairs for another time when they saw a guy shoving several paint markers into a cross-body bag before zipping it up. They watched Takia appear and lazily hug him.

Sina chuckled and said behind Ruben, “Did someone open the fountain before you?”

Ruben moved forward, away from Sina’s laughter, and forced Takia and the graffiti artist apart. Takia pushed him and Ruben shoved her into the people beside them.

The artist moved forward but stopped when he saw Sina.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ruben said.


“Your name’s all over my house, but it’s not on the lease, so how does that make sense?”

“That not my name.”

The artist glanced at Takia, and she looked back at him then at Ruben. “Okay,” Takia said, “I’m sorry.”

Ruben went quiet. “What?”

Takia looked away. “He was carrying my stuff for me that’s all.

Ruben watched Takia take the bag off the artist. “It was you?”

“Yeah, it was. What’s your problem anyway? It’s a house party. Whoever puts one on expects their place to get ruined.”

Ruben looked at Sina who looked back at him. He turned to Takia, “Get out my house.” Takia stared at him. Several people were watching, and the noise of the house filled the silence in-between them. She shook her head and pushed through the crowd while Ruben watched her disappear down the passageway towards the door.

“Can I go now?” the artist said.

Ruben turned around and made his way out of the living room with Sina behind him.


Underneath the staircase, Ruben and Sina sold more of their stock. Afterwards, Ruben forced his way upstairs into the bathroom where he used the toilet and could feel the cold air from the garden through the window. He left the bathroom and looked around the stairway at the elated guests and grunted as he began to make his way through. All of the emptied bedrooms were filled with people. He checked his mother’s room to make sure he had locked it. It was open. Inside he saw a group of people sitting down smoking. A few of the faces he recognised, and they didn’t move when they saw him. It was only when he shouted that they stood up and made their way out apologising. One of them was laughing as they reached him. “What’s funny?” Ruben said. The boy turned around and shoved him. Ruben moved forward, about to throw a punch, but stopped when he heard screaming and the sound of things falling in the kitchen. He could hear the noise from people in the living room while the music was louder than he wanted. He pushed his way downstairs and saw before he reached the bottom two groups fighting and others trying to stop them. He could see one girl in-between them yelling repeatedly for them to break it up, but they continued, and she was hit as both sides tried to reach each other. Ruben winced as she grabbed her face before the sound of shattering glass stopped the fight. He started to swear and tried to see which window had been broken until whispers for silence travelled around the kitchen. “Police,” someone said. Ruben stopped moving and looked at everyone around him. People stared back at him with faces that were hidden by masks and creative makeup. He could hear the noise of his door being banged against while the bell rang without stop. He saw Sina in the corridor who looked back at him wide-eyed and mouthed, Yeah, it’s the police. Ruben forced himself upstairs. The thick crowd prevented him from getting to his room so he went into the bathroom and closed the door. He took everything out of his coat pockets and shoved them into a cupboard by the sink behind several toiletries. He stood in the toilet and stared at the floor while listening to the low sound of everyone beneath him.


When Ruben came downstairs he saw Sina with several people around him talking to three police officers.

“Whose house is this?” one of the officers said.

Ruben moved forward. “Mine.”

The officer stared at him for a moment before speaking.

Ruben listened, and one of the other officers began asking him questions. He tried to appear relaxed but stopped paying attention when he noticed Liam in the distance walking towards the house.

“Ruben,” Liam shouted.

The officers turned around and everyone watching in the doorway chuckled as Liam walked up and stood beside the police. He was in a three piece suit and carrying a can of beer.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I’ve come as the extraordinary gentleman. I’ve got class. You look like scruffs.”

The woman of the three officers told Liam to move back, and Ruben watched as Liam became agitated and started arguing with her. The other two officers intervened and told him to relax. “I am,” he shouted. “Don’t touch me.” He began wrestling with them, and Ruben and Sina walked forward telling them not to be so forceful. The biggest of the three officers told them to step back. Ruben looked on as Liam was eventually dragged to the floor and handcuffed with the female officer on top of him. The two male officers began shouting for everyone in the house to go home, and Ruben watched as a countless amount of people came out of his house gasping and staring as Liam was taken to the police car.


Ruben stood in the darkness in front of his smashed kitchen window. Sina was stood against the oven.

“This is going to take too long to clean,” Ruben said.

Sina lifted a kitchen broom and began brushing dirt to one side. “We better start.”

Ruben started clearing the tables. He heard the sound of people who hadn’t left speaking and moving around the house. “I feel bad for Liam.”

Sina laughed. “You shouldn’t. He saved the day.”

“Have you heard anything from him yet?”

“I’ve tried texting him. Nothing back yet.”

“We’ll thank him after.” Ruben tied a black sack full of rubbish. “Did you see who smashed my window?”


Ruben gathered the glass bottles off the table and put them in a bin.


The night reached morning, and Ruben was sat outside on the doorstep with a drink while Sina smoked a spliff beside him. There were people coming out of the house and onto the front lawn making their way home or stopping to speak to others. Ruben was looking around at the people in front of him when he saw Takia appear from the back of his house with some friends.

“What’s she still doing here?” Sina said.

Ruben watched Takia look down at the grass as she walked over to him. He turned away as she came nearer.

“Great party,” she said.

Ruben looked up at her. She had two dark bags under her eyes.

“I’m so sorry about the writing. I really am.”

Ruben was about to have a drink from his bottle when he felt Takia grab his free hand and force some money into his palm. “What are you doing? Take that back.”

“To pay for the paint.” Takia stood up and moved away before Ruben could give the money back to her. “Keep it,” she began walking backwards, “and you guys should throw another one.”

Ruben looked at the crumpled notes in his hand.

“Don’t expect an invite,” Sina said.

Takia grinned before turning around and walking back to her friends.

Sina turned to Ruben, “Hold on, I swear you said you were going to make her open up like a fountain?”

“Shut up, man.”

Sina laughed and put his spliff out. “What are you going to do about the house?”

Ruben shrugged.

“Why are you shrugging? Have you seen it? It’s nothing to shrug about. Will you even be able to replace the window before your mum comes back?”

“I know. I’m going to text her.”


“It’ll soften the blow if she already knows.”

Sina watched Ruben type a message and send it.

Ruben stood up and walked into the house. “It looks even worse now that it’s morning.”

“Told you.”

“We’ll start cleaning again. Let me put this money away first.”


The two of them entered Ruben’s room and Sina opened the curtain. Ruben sat on his bed and took his money out of his inside pockets. He put it on his mattress and began to count it.

“How much?” Sina said.

“Four hundred and eighty pounds.”

“You said you were going to make a grand at least.”

Ruben lay on his back facing his door. He touched his jean pocket and felt the money Takia had given him. He put it on the bed. “Make that five hundred.”

“Still not a thousand.”

“How much did you make?”

“I wasn’t the one throwing figures around.”

Ruben stared at his door. It had Takia’s graffiti on it. He could read it clearly in the morning light. He sat up and re-read it. “That doesn’t say Robbie Raws.”


Ruben stared at the writing on his door and grinned.

“Are you definitely going to throw another one?”

“Not anymore. There’s no need for it.”

“You’re satisfied?”

“More or less.”

Ruben lay back down. He felt the notes he had left on the mattress underneath his hair, and he re-read what Takia had written.

“What does it say then?” Sina said while pointing at the door.

Ruben smiled, “Ruben Rocks.”


Featured image, Sculptures in Windows, by Roman Drits

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