What a night. Thank fuck it’s nearly over. Olivia’s sat at the empty bar waiting for the rest of us to finish. Livs works across…
It hits around 1am and the bar is heaving, as per. I wriggle through the masses, stacks of glasses wedged under my left arm, balanced…
Perhaps I could have avoided kissing a very attractive transvestite by being more astute with my judgment. Maybe I could have shunned one of the…
