Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open

He's been gradually edging closer to my side for the last hour and a half. And now one hand is resting on my leg, and six empty glasses have collected by our feet. We are on a bench sitting against a wall, and when he kisses me, my hair catches in the...

'Met anyone nice recently?'
Ah, there we go; the brief tug backwards, like a few strands of hair caught in a hand on the tube.
It's deceptive, too: a casual, diluted version of a hot topic. Part question, part appetite for news.

How did this happen, I think, not for the first time that morning. Because now, it is most certainly morning.
My eyes are closed and my feet are moving, my chest is rattling, my nose hairs are tickling from the rumbling bass. A few of us went for a quick drink and now here we are, 12 hours later, the group dispersed and my eyes settling on the man to my right...

When you're in your 20s, most friendship groups form because of some uniting cause. You're all single, you all like tequila and sequins (in that order), or you all memorised Roald Dahl poems as a kid.
Whatever it is, you're all in the same situation, you can relate to each other in some way. You rely on each other, talk about your tumultuous dating lives and relationships, your fears about the future, or absolutely nothing at all....