Much like any friends birthday when you get into your 20’s it consists of pre-drinks, typically at that birthday persons house, followed by cabs into town where you gather at a bar to regroup and have more alcohol. As a gang you then head to the nightclub with everyone in tow to party the night away.
We’ll jump in at the nightclub stage in the interest of time for this story.
There’s a pretty even split of guys/girls in the friendship group who are all pretty much single or in on/off relationships. It’s about 1am and we are still partying hard sinking shots and necking bottles of beer without any worry of the state we would be in tomorrow morning. With drunken behaviour comes erratic and flirtatious dancing especially between me and Jenny. We’ve hooked up a few times before always in a drunken state and this never affected our friendship, which was great.
Jenny stood at about 5,2 with dirty blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, slim/average frame, 32c and a thicc bum. She was smoking.
We gravitated towards eachother on the dance floor and exchanged a few awkward dance moves to cheesy songs the DJ loved to play. As it happens with every night out, there’s always one who is far too drunk and we have to leave. As a group, we always leave together and truly locally continue the party elsewhere.