A month ago I [M33] made the move back to London for a good job that came with good opportunities. Given how things are beginning to spiral in Ireland I was all but too happy to leave. Fast forward a few weeks one of the girls at work Tasha wanted me to go out for a few drinks with her, stating that her usual friends weren’t around and I had to fill in. lol. She’s a good chick and funny AF and we get on like a house on fire. Plus, she was dead horny and needed dick. I’m off the firm belief that you don’t “Screw the crew” in a job – to hell with that.
Tasha and I hit up one or two bars and the hour was late to begin with. I was on the face about heading down the road to a late bar, I’d passed by the place and just didn’t like the look of it, that and I’d heard about the owner, that they’ve more than a few screws loose.
All in all, I was happy to be out with Tasha but I had absolutely no expectations at all.