Was it the double dating? Was it the happy hour?
‘Letters go clubbing!’, ‘We’re all tens and you are number one!‘, ‘Yeah, keep ’em coming!‘ They shouted at the guy behind the bar.
Everything was going great. At 11.30p.m.
At 3.47 a.m., spirits had shifted.
E turned to be a lousy tipper, and kept saying:
‘I don’t see Y’
H had been going too hard on the vodka and had drunk texted O, twice.
A: ‘good time to leave’.
‘Probabl’, Y said: ‘Just let me write down your number…’
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