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(1) 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

October, 1972

"It would be so nice of you if I could have a teensy sip of that, hun."

I looked across at Emma, who was already into her third glass of Rosé of the evening, and I hadn't even put my shoes on yet. I knew I would be slipping on the spilt drink at some point the next day, the kitchen tiles splashed with Emma's beverage.

It wasn't exactly a huge flat, which made it even more difficult for me to retrieve my converse from the doorstep. Emma was dancing and singing to our favourite song at the time: Immigrant Song by the ever-amazing Led Zeppelin.

"I swear there's nobody... NOBODY better than Zed Leppelin!" Emma slurred slightly; one Doc Marten short. That's my best friend.

"Yes. We love a bit of Zed Leppelin." I answered bluntly, but inevitably laughed at her.

I propped myself up onto the kitchen counter, face to face with the mirror on the wall ahead of me, applying the rest of my make up on with attempted precision. It looked the best it could do at that point. I was able to get a sip of Emma's drink at one point, but not nearly enough to be as wankered as she was.

"Maria!! This is my favourite bit – Aaaaaahhhhhaaa!" Emma screeched so out of tune it was kind of unbelievable.

As I hopped off the counter, I belted out the outro with Emma, who had finally found her other Doc Marten.

"So now you better stop! And rebuild all your ruins!"

With a laugh, I switched off the record player, grabbing my keys and leading Emma out the door. Yes, we hadn't even left the flat yet.

It was difficult to lead Emma in the right direction as we made our way to the local pub. She was such a mess when she was drunk. I had no idea what I would do if I got that drunk. With it being student night, it was 60p a pint. So, I wasn't laying any bets on me not getting drunk.

"Oh my Gooooddddd, it's so hot!!!"

"Emma, it's 10 degrees." I pulled her away from the road.

"I know, Maria, that's why I'm wearing this weather bucket."

"It's a leather jacket, Emma."

Stuff like that.

The good thing was that as soon as we got to the pub, we'd be away from any roads, so I no longer had to be responsible for her destructive actions. It was usually the other way around, in all honesty. I wasn't used to be the one to look after Emma. Emma had always been a mother figure to me, even throughout college.

Despite the difficult 20-minute walk to the pub, I knew the night was going to be interesting to say the least.

It was so nice to see so many students congregated in one pub, laughing, singing and having drinks together. It was always a popular way to forget the stress of your studies, especially since it was so hard to make a living in London. Why Emma and I chose to study in London seems to still slip my mind to this day. To many, events management wasn't even a real thing to study. I admit, it is a weird thing to get a degree in but it was interesting to say the least. It had its moments.

Our local pub was a converted barn, so the yellow lights mixed with the fair colour of the wood created a warm undertone to the entire building. It was cosy, and friendly to a point where it felt like a second home. I let go of Emma and she immediately stumbled over to the bar, where she snatched up a seat.

She's not moving from there for the rest of the night...

I sighed and shook my head as she instinctively made moves on the bartender. She needed it, the poor thing. She needed a good shag, to be honest, there's no other way to put it.