Tilly and Ellen climb out of the well known black cabs in London. After paying the cab driver his fare, they agreed on somewhere to go.
"Funky Buddha?" They both said and giggled at the same time. Then walking towards their usual club all dressed up in heels and tight dresses.
After being in the club for at least three hours, they decided to leave as they were both extremely drunk.
Instead of jumping in a cab and going home, they decided to walk the streets of London or you could say stumble the streets of London. Which was not the best idea some would say.
After a good hour of walking and getting lost, Tilly starts to feel really ill.
"Oh god, Tilly please don't be sick!" Ellen managed to say with slight slurred words.
Too late.
Footsteps soon approached them, as Ellen held Tilly's hair back as she was sick outside somebody's house.
"You alright, girls? Being sick are we?" A stranger questioned them.
"Yeah, sorry is this where you live?"
Looking up to see a familiar face.
"Yeah, but it's alright wanna come in?-"
"Looks like you could do with a cup of tea?" The other boy added in.
"Yeah, ok." Ellen agreed.
