What Happens in Glastonbury

Jesse

"I'm sorry I really have to go" I said, breaking our eye contact I attempted to move past him back into the bar.

"Hey, wait" he shouted

I stopped, rolling my eyes before I turned back to him.

"Look, I'm really sorry, I probably ruined your night, let me make it up to you" he said

"Oh, no it's fine, honestly, I'm fine, I'm just really clumsy! This happens to me a lot!" I brushed it off, just wanting to leave. If I had been sober, I was sure I'd have been all over him like a rash, but in that moment, I didn't care, I was tired, I felt awful, my face was still throbbing and all I wanted to do was get home and throw up in my own bathroom. If he didn't let me go soon, I was most definitely going to throw up on his shoes! Only what he deserved for maiming me but embarrassing none the less!

"This happens to you a lot? Someone splits your eyebrow, and you bleed onto the floor often?" He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows in mocking confusion. I looked down and noticed a drop of blood on the floor, it had formed a perfect circle, how weird I thought, you'd think blood when it hit the floor from height would splash and leave a mess of tiny splashes not a perfect circle but..

"Can I get your number? At least I can check you're ok later then?" He pushed, breaking me from my weird blood splatter analysis of the floor, the disgusting toilet corridor floor, the blood was a nice addition to the already gross selection of dirt and bodily fluids that probably permeated it.

"Uh, ok" I considered a fake number, I just wanted to get out of there fast and if giving him my number achieved that, it was worth it.

"Come with me" I asked him, as I walked back out into the bar

I went up to the bar where Sam was still rushed off his feet, Zoe was leaning over the bar talking to him whilst he served continuous drinks, he looked exhausted.

"SAM!" I yelled, with little hope of being heard over the noise and music.

"SAM!"

He looked up for a second

"CAN I BORROW A PEN?" I yelled

He grabbed a pen from behind his ear and threw it at me

"THANK YOU"

I turned back to the guy, reaching down I grabbed his hand and pulled it up to my eye level, woah I thought as I attempted to focus my vision on his hand causing me to feel overcome with dizziness and become unsteady on my feet. I wobbled

"Woah there!" Said a voice from behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders she steadied me on my feet. It was Zoe.

"Hey, who's this?" Asked Zoe, smiling at the man as I scrawled my phone number on the back of his hand.

"Uh..." I started, realising I had no idea, I didn't even know his name!

"I'm Jesse" he replied, holding out the hand I'd just scribbled over to her

"Zoe, nice to meet you" still stood behind me she reached over my shoulder, shaking his hand.

"Right, we have to go, see ya" I blurted, grabbing Zoe by the arm I pulled her towards the door

"Nice meeting you!" Shouted the man, left at the bar.

The cold night air did in fact hit me like a knife to the neck, my head felt particularly cold and wet! I put my hand to my head, it was wet and sticky, I looked down at my blood covered hand.

"Oh bugger!" I said out loud

"Oh god, Olly! You're bleeding! What happened?" She asked, worry obvious in her tone.