“For fucks sake, Sara. What’s going on?”

Sara was getting kicked out of the club. Again. The last time was about six months ago and I didn’t even realise she was gone until about 7am when I looked at my phone and saw her text. “Brian, I’m outside. Call me when you leave the club”. I wasn’t in a rush to leave then, the same way I wasn’t in a rush to leave now. The dancefloor was heaving and I was going to smash this night into tomorrow with or without her. Before she could even give me an answer, Steve, the bouncer was standing next to me.

“She’s gotta go mate”, he said.

“Why, what’s she done now”, I said, in a tone acknowledging that she had probably done something stupid and not wanting to get too involved.

“She’s been taking drinks out of people’s hands and messing on the dancefloor. She’s annoying everybody”

Nothing new there then, I thought.

“Steve, give me two seconds with her here”, I said, steering Sara in the direction of an empty couch and sitting her down.