We never left the flat. Someone DJ’d off a phone. I snogged a boy against our own fridge. Cheap night. Expensive hangover.
Tag: nightlife
Roof Terrace At Four
Someone’s friend-of-a-friend had access. No licence, just speakers and a view of the City looking cheap. I danced like the content was already posted. It wasn’t. Yet.
His Girlfriend Followed My Story
Didn’t know he had one until the request popped up. She watched it twice. I left it up. If he wanted privacy he shouldn’t have taken me to Soho.
He Finished In The Uber
Look, the meter was still running and I wasn’t getting out in Peckham at 3am with unfinished business. He tipped the driver. I kept the story.
Peckham Roof At Sunrise
Someone’s speaker dying. Someone’s shirt as a blanket. I had mascara on only one eye and still felt like the main character.