My host family is kicking me out. I found out today at school when our contact at the vice-rectorate came up to me and said she needed to discuss something.
“But don’t worry,” she says, “you’ll see a new place next week. Oh, and don’t take it personally."
I speak to my host that afternoon.…
To the last man standing. To the big night out. The party isn’t over if the music’s still playing. Who did I get that cigarette off? Did I steal your last sip? That’s my mate DJ’ing – I can’t stop yet. Sticky toilet floors… dudes can’t aim. Did you assholes forget how to flush?
The…
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 the road, but she’s new to Liverpool, and usually spends most of her free time in here anyway, whether we’re open or shut.
It’s getting into the wee hours of…