Went out for drinks after work as is expected from me, the funny all round nice guy that I am. Anyway I turned up to a leaving set for some lovely genuinely pleasant girls. Throughout the course of the night, by half nine in fact one of them took a tipsy turn for the worse. So I spent the better part me three hours getting her to deepest darkest essex where I executed a precision changeover with her dad. He's now in possession of her. She's got a boyfriend, that's besides the point. As bolschy as I may have been. My main interest was to get this twenty six year old girl to the point where I she was safe. I fought of all manner of drunken london arseholes between Marylebone and liverpool street. Gave her my coat while she threw up on my mirrored boots. Called her dad while she drank my lucozade, demanded a seat on her train so she could sit down on it. Called her dad once it was on its way. Struggled to get a train home after tired tubes southbound.
My left coat arm is caked in her blood after a high pressure nosebleed that freaked her out. To be honest this was the most platonic protective night out i've ever had since I was a section leader back in 2001 pre Bosnia and I feel pretty good for getting a damsel in distress back home or at least most of the way.
I feel pretty good indeed.
Edit- the nosebleed was hers, Not mine.
I blame the alcahol content in her blood. I think that was what drew me to her.
