Charlie was drunk again. On this occasion it was one of his better performances. He was very drunk and he had been drinking for almost 4 hours. He had reached the stage of the night when he was aware that he should probably stop drinking and go home before he did he needed to take a trip to the gents. Walking unsteadily from the bar he mad his way down the passageway to the left of the bar and into the men’s toilets. Steadying himself against the wall he unleashed a torrent of piss into the loo that went on for a long time. Concentrating hard on trying to sober up he indulged in a little self talk.
‘Come on Charlie, you’re not that jjjrunk’.
Turning to the mirror he demanded of himself, ‘gets a grippp Charlie boy!’
He quickly turned and exited the toilet, focusing on the floor in front of him he didn’t see, until it was to late, the woman leaving the ladies toilets.
He tried to stop in time but came to a halt in the form of a gentle embrace with the woman.
‘So zzzzorry madame’ he said as his eyes traced up her body from her black high heels planted on the floor over her scarlet dress, to rest momentarily on her ample cleavage.
A light laugh from the woman broke his gaze.
‘That’s ok young man but perhaps you should call it a night, come and get a glass of water with me’