Thought we’d been clever. We hadn’t. Some girl from Putney was already in there crying into a coat. I still finished the story. She can write her own.
Tag: hangover
Mia Covered For Me
Told Sophie I crashed at a cousin’s. I was three streets over with a man whose Instagram I still can’t find. Mia wants payment in the form of me doing her laundry. Fair.
The Landlord Texted About Noise
At 4:12. I replied at 4:13 with a heart emoji. He has not followed up. Coward.
I Slept With My Photographer
He said the light was better at his. It wasn’t. The pictures were though. I posted two. Cropped his face.
Promoter Let Us Skip The Queue
Because Mia smiled and I looked expensive. We repaid him by disappearing into the booth and never buying bottle service.
Champagne Then The Ugly Truth
Girls’ night started classy. Ended with who slept with whose almost-boyfriend in May. I didn’t start it. I just didn’t stop it. That’s different, innit.
He Paid Then Got Weird
The bill was fine. The speech about “what this means” was not. I kissed him to shut him up. It worked. Temporarily.
Dalston Kitchen At Someone’s Mate’s
No one knew whose flat it was by 5am. There were fairy lights and a chopping board used as a tray. I made toast for a stranger.
Club Bathroom Mirror Confession
I told my own reflection I was going home with him. She agreed. She also needed more gloss. Priorities.
I Kissed The Barman First
He was fit, bored, and already looking at me like I’d started it. So I did. The drinks came quicker after that. Not a strategy. Just good manners.