Alfie blames his new neighbour Zoey for everything that is happening right now. He did plenty of nights out whilst at college, but those typically were spent with his mates. People he knew well and trusted. Drunk dancing was hilarious when you were in a group you felt at home with. This time however, no sooner were they in the place had Zoey pulled off her shirt, leaving herself in her skinny bikini top. She had then promptly threatened to paint his shirt if he didn’t remove it. So within 5 minutes she had confiscated his shirt and forced them over to the bar for shorts.
In all honesty the shots were a godsend, several tequilas, a Sambuca and vodka; he was then pulled over to the dance floor with the addition of two luminous blue hand prints on his neck and various pink finger paintings across his chest and back. Zoey’s confidence was something to be admired though, and her dancing was incredibly suggestive for a lesbian dancing with an asexual male. “Oooh! Jager!” She yelled in his ear, “Stay here, I’ll be back!”
And that was how Alfie found himself minus his shirt, stood alone in the middle of the dancing masses.
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In all honesty the shots were a godsend, several tequilas, a Sambuca and vodka; he was then pulled over to the dance floor with the addition of two luminous blue hand prints on his neck and various pink finger paintings across his chest and back. Zoey’s confidence was something to be admired though, and her dancing was incredibly suggestive for a lesbian dancing with an asexual male. “Oooh! Jager!” She yelled in his ear, “Stay here, I’ll be back!”
And that was how Alfie found himself minus his shirt, stood alone in the middle of the dancing masses.