GENRE: YA UF
The tequila burned my throat as I threw back another shot. It joined its predecessors, although experience told me I’d see it again in the morning.
I should go. It was late and the rest of my pub quiz team had already staggered off home. I leaned against the bar and checked the prize money. Just enough for one more.
“Time at the bar, ladies and gents.” Mark, the barman, called out as he rang the brass bell above my head.
When the ringing subsided, I heard a familiar guitar riff blaring out of the jukebox. “Oh my God, I love this song!” I clambered up onto a table and channelled my inner rock god, singing along at the top of my voice.
“Thea!” Mark shouted over. “Gimme a break. Get down from there.”
“Who’s gonna make me?”
The other patrons cheered and I turned to take a bow. The next thing I knew, I was staring up at the stained pub ceiling.
Laughter erupted around the bar and I joined in, rolling around the floor in hysterics.
“Need a hand?” A stranger bent over me.
I tried to focus on his face but my brain lagged half a second behind my eyes.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” He lifted me up, supporting my weight as I struggled to put one foot in front of the other. “Where do you live?”
Hammered? Yes. Stupid enough to take a lift from a stranger? Hell no.