It's A One Time Thing? - A Caspar Lee Story.

Chapter 1 - The Club

My name is Eva green. I’m a 19 year old student who attends Reading University in England. And one night some friends and I decided to see what the night life was like in London.

‘So none of us are going to leave the club without telling someone okay?’ We were stood outside Paddington train station about to catch a taxi to the club. One of my housemates, Jay, was giving us the normal pre-club talk. ‘Don’t take drinks from strangers. Always keep your bags closed. Make sure you always have enough money for a taxi home. If you can’t find the bathroom, going outside to pee on the pavement is not a clever idea.’

We all nodded as we didn’t want the dad of the group to worry. ‘Yes jay’ we all said in unison.  

‘But wait’ I put my hand up to catch his attention ‘I can’t make any promises about the not wandering off. I have a few jagerbombs, shots, I start dancing and I just forget that I’m even in the club with anyone.’ I grinned at the end to try and make up for the fact that I am a lousy and spaced out drunk.

‘Sure just remember the passcode to your phone this time so you can contact us okay?’ Jay shook his head with a smile.

‘Yes sir!’ I did a mock salute. The taxi arrived. Off we went.

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Sure enough, an hour in, I’d already spent the majority of my money, my friends were nowhere to be seen and I was having the time of my life on the dance floor. There is one main problem with me being drunk though. I have the tiniest bladder in the world and I just need to pee all the freaking time. So I wander my way over to where the bathrooms are and as per usual the girls toilets have a massive queue. Fuck that. I thought to myself. I was at the stage of drunkenness where I was confident enough to just walk straight into the boys room. Right past the urinals and into a cubicle. After finishing my business I just casually walked out and straight to the sink.

‘Have I just peed in the wrong bathroom or...?’ I turn around as I hear a new voice starting to talk to me. It’s a blonde tall guy who looks strangely familiar.

‘Yeah, sorry to tell you this but this is the VIP bathroom. Very incredible people only I’m afraid.’ I said sarcastically and went to dry my hands.

The guy just looked back at me with a blank expression. I laughed and flailed my hands about a bit to try and explain. ‘No you’re fine, I just have the bladder the size of a peanut and there was no line for the blokes loos.’ I smiled again and began to leave the bathroom.

‘Wait’ the guy said, jogging to catch up with me. ‘Is that a thing now? So if I was drunk I could walk into the girls toilets and no one could complain.’

I turned to look at him to see if he was serious. And he was. I tapped him on the shoulder ‘Sorry to burst your bubble but that won’t work as a new pulling technique. You’d just get kicked out or slapped.’

‘Shit. Well a guy can try.’ He shrugged to himself. I think I could hear an accent? But I’ve always been bad at picking up on those.

‘Also you totally didn’t wash your hands. If you’re expecting to pull tonight, you’re going to need hygiene.’ I pointed back over the sinks

‘Fuck, yeah. Not my fault I got distracted.’ He pointed at me accusingly. As a joke of course. ‘Maybe I’ll see you on the dancefloor?’ He said.

‘Yeah. Maybe.’ I gave him one last smile and walked out of the bathroom.