I feel very guilty.
I went up to a bar in London Bridge for my friend Mark's birthday tonight. Good night. We know the staff, so we get "mate's rate" on our drinks.
About half an hour before we were going to leave, a girl pretty much fell over the sofa where we are sat and said something to the effect of "Sorry, I'm Australian". Something about her sozzled demeanour and her being on the other side of the planet caught my attention and I went looking for her later. She was smashed. Utterly off her face. She chewed on some random guy's face then went to the bar. I asked if she was okay and she said no, she was homesick. Then tried to eat my face.
From then on, I entered this quandry of how to prove I'm looking out for her when she was trashed and I could've been anyone. I tried to swap her drinks for water. I gave her my phone number if she needed me. In the end, I remonstrated with some other guy who was all over her, telling him to look after her, told her I was leaving and that it was up to her if she wanted to join me, and mentioned her to the bouncer on the way out.
I don't know what else I could've done, short of following her home (which, incidentally she had misplaced), but somehow I feel bad for leaving a damsel in distress.
If anyone would like to pray/send good vibes towards Deborah from Brisbane, please do-- I don't really know what else I can do.
I went up to a bar in London Bridge for my friend Mark's birthday tonight. Good night. We know the staff, so we get "mate's rate" on our drinks.
About half an hour before we were going to leave, a girl pretty much fell over the sofa where we are sat and said something to the effect of "Sorry, I'm Australian". Something about her sozzled demeanour and her being on the other side of the planet caught my attention and I went looking for her later. She was smashed. Utterly off her face. She chewed on some random guy's face then went to the bar. I asked if she was okay and she said no, she was homesick. Then tried to eat my face.
From then on, I entered this quandry of how to prove I'm looking out for her when she was trashed and I could've been anyone. I tried to swap her drinks for water. I gave her my phone number if she needed me. In the end, I remonstrated with some other guy who was all over her, telling him to look after her, told her I was leaving and that it was up to her if she wanted to join me, and mentioned her to the bouncer on the way out.
I don't know what else I could've done, short of following her home (which, incidentally she had misplaced), but somehow I feel bad for leaving a damsel in distress.
If anyone would like to pray/send good vibes towards Deborah from Brisbane, please do-- I don't really know what else I can do.
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It was totally spelt the way I said it 