The X46 turned sharply into the massive carpark at Hampton shopping centre, its rainwashed tarmac reflected the dusky purple sky and yellow lights. From the frontmost seat of the upper tier of the old doubledecker Heath looked lazily past the raincoated windscreen at an expanse of car roofs and bonnets. A few seats back two chavs clad in virgin white and baby blue lit a spliff. He could smell it, he craved it, though he daren't so much as look back. Instead he looked at the remains of a peeled no-smoking sticker above, and then at a drying pool of something, probably piss, which had run backward under the seats. The chavs were sniggering.
  The bus pulled noisily into the second of three bays which ran along the dividing centre of the carpark. Heath leaned over nosily to see if he knew anybody getting on. Nope. Just a couple thirteen year old girls with bleached hair and hooped earrings putting out their cigarettes, and a miserable middle aged woman carrying twice her weight in shopping bags. He relaxed back into his seat and listened to them buying their tickets. All Peterbrough, same as himself. There was stomping and giggling as the girls marched the steep stairs, squarking among themselves. Heath closed his eyes and grunted quietly. "y'ite girls?" he heard one of the chavs say. The girls laughed like hyenas.
  "Yeeh, fuck off mate!"
  "Ang on e's got weed innit, give us sumathat yeh?"
  "Fuckin! Nah man."
  Desperate for anything to divert his attention from the irritating passangers behind, he turned it to the play of light on the drying piss as the bus lurched out of the bay. It was quickly getting dark, and the rain was pourring so hard that all he could see through the window were the red backlights of cars infront, queueing to leave the carpark. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "Twenny minutes to go." and then, "Fuckin chavs."