Got too confident with the deep stuff after three double vodkas. One gag too many and his nice work blazer caught the lot. He was sweet about it. I still took an Uber alone and vaped in shame.
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Thought the partition was up. It was not. Got loud in the Uber from Stratford, then caught the driver’s eyes in the mirror. He did not speak. The five-star rating vanished by morning. Fair.
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Got excited, got loud, and the wrong bloke’s name left my mouth. Last week’s one. He stopped. I tried to laugh it off like I am funny. I am not that funny. He put his jeans back on.
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After-work drinks with that fit guy from accounts. Got back to his mate’s empty office sofa feeling smug. Mid-stride I clocked the blood. His beige cushions. My promotion. I have never moved that fast.