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The young have something no one else has or ever will have. Time.

It's true. We are smart, beautiful and...alcoholic.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

"The drinks are cheap and vinyl's cool"

Oh L. We all know you're lovely, but it never was going to work out the way you wanted it to was it?

L had planned to catch up with B and K, as well as H, for the first time since they returned from Europe. And also the first time since they abandoned her on a tram. But that's another story, and the subject of another blog post. L wasn't sure about it, so she invited A and a bunch of her uni friends along. Probably not the brightest idea but she'd had a few wines in the sun and it seemed like a good idea. Unfortunately, all her uni friends except A bailed at the last minute. A grabbed J and rocked up anyway.

L, H, B and K went out for dinner first and H ended up going home after because she doesn't go out anymore. K had two drinks and was behaving like a drunk slut and made out with a 40 year old man. L tried not to judge. Later that evening they bumped into A and J who had just shared a $50 bottle of wine. BullSHIT was that the cheapest bottle of sav blanc. You can get cheaper on Southbank. L said hi, B smiled. K scowled and walked the other way, dragging B with her after a moment of hesitation.

A, J and L headed to the bar and then went back to chat with B. That was fine, except that K was standing about 5 metres away glaring and not saying anything. L felt extremely awkward. B seemed oddly unawkward, perhaps because she was more drunk.

A had a 'fuck this' moment, skulled a few pints and went home with a dude in a moustache who kept his red wine in the fridge.  J played the room, flirty and fun and making K jealous the whole time. Especially when the only guy interested in K was a vaguely emo kid who didn't look a second over 16. Youngens and oldies, all in a night's work.

At the end of the night L tried to suggest going home in a cab with J. K was having none of that. That was fine with J, who was busy with her tongue down the throat of a guy who had a Pink Floyd tattoo. She didn't even go home with him. Or the crew of metros who invited her to a late night dance club. Really, does thatg seem like J's style?