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started," I said to Eric.
    Eric laughed. I think we were both happy to just sit in the corner and watch. Hannah and Jack came back to join us. After a few drinks, I heard a commotion on the dance floor. I looked over and saw Spud dancing with two girls. He had his shirt off, swinging it over his head. Let me tell you, Spud is not the kind of guy who should be taking his shirt off in public.
    "Should we stop him?" I asked.
    Jack shrugged. "Let him go. He's getting himself pretty messed up but he's having a good time."
    To be honest, Jack started to look pretty messed up himself, his eyes all glazed. I felt pretty much that way myself. After that, things got a bit blurry. I’d said I wouldn’t drink much but that went from not much to too much very quickly with all the free drinks flowing.
    Then it was “want a shooter, Angie?” and I was all “NO! Shooters are the worst idea ever ,” but I drank it anyway.
    Then we got a few bottles of champagne… I’m not sure how many, they just turned up on the table.
    By that time, I thought I was bulletproof. The drummer from Monkey Bride came over to chat to Eric, and I told him his red boots would look better on me.
    He grabbed one of the champagne bottles and handed it to me and then grabbed one from himself.
    “Winner gets the boots,” he said, as he picked up the bottle in a drinking motion.
    “You’re on,” I replied.
    I grabbed the bottle and swilled it down as the bubbles rose up in my neck. Of course, I won.
    “Hell, you can pack away the booze for a tiny chick,” he said as he pulled off the boots. They were about three sizes too big for me and a bit sweaty but I wore them while he went barefoot.
    Then I went to the bathroom and some girl showed me her full body Lord of the Rings tattoos in the queue for the toilet. It was the most awesome tatt I’d ever seen and I think I told her that many, many times. Then it got a bit blurry again until Hannah came in and pulled me by the hand.
    “What the hell are you doing in here?”
    They were playing “Party Dress”, my favourite Storm song, so the two of us jumped on a table and danced, then the girl in the red satin shorts who’d kissed Bastian earlier in the night joined us. When the song finished, we’d gathered a bit of a crowd around us, hooting and cheering.
    Eric grabbed my hand and I jumped off the table into his arms.
    “We need to get you girls as back up dancers,” Jack said.
    Then I remember giving Spud valuable life advice on how not to be a dick, because I figured he really needed to hear that. He seemed to be really interested in what I had to say but then he moved in closer and kinda slumped with his arms over me, and his gross tongue pushed into my mouth.
    I pushed him away.
    “What the fuck are you thinking?” I yelled, as I threw a beer at him to cool him off. “I told you to stop being a dick, not be more of a dick!”
    Spud sulked off in his beer -drenched state. We thought he’d gone to the bathroom to sponge himself off and I was glad to see him go. While I bitched about his non-consensual invasion of my mouth and that bitch, Hannah, laughed, a shout rang out from across the room.
    We couldn’t really see well but it looked like Spud and one of the Monkey Bride roadies had got into a punch up.
    I looked over at Eric and he just shrugged.
    “We’d better break it up,” Jack said with a sigh.
    I followed them to see what was happening. Spud sprawled on the floor – I wasn’t sure if he’d been hit or if he’d just fallen. Jack and Eric pulled him to his feet and sat him down in the corner. He didn’t look in very good shape but he wasn’t bleeding or injured.
    Minutes later, he left the bar with some chick. He could barely walk but had a massive grin on his face so obviously the possibility of sex overruled the getting punched in the head.
    It seemed like not long after that we decided to leave too.
    I woke up the next morning wondering where I was. I could feel floor beneath me.