Eric could hardly believe his ears, the one person he trusted more then anyone else in his life had just told him that he’d been accused of rape.

“Who?â€? he managed to ask.

“Do you remember that chick? From the other night,â€? Harry replied.

“The one at the club? Red hair I think.â€? Eric asked, straining to remember.

“Her name was Lauren.â€? Harry said, shrinking into the chair next to him.

“So, what do we do?â€? Eric asked walking over to the bar. He poured two drinks. Handing a glass to Harry he prompted “Well?â€?

“Oh sorry, I was just thinking,â€? Harry said, accepting the glass, “I don’t know, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if she lays charges.â€?

Eric had always believed what Harry had told him. They’d been friends ever since Harry had rescued him from the bullies behind the bike shed in their forth year of school. And whilst Harry hadn’t actually told him, Eric believed Harry to be innocent.

“Did you do it?â€? Eric asked, feeling a little guilty that he had to ask the question.