C linking glasses with my friends, I winced as I downed the shot.
‘Bottoms up!’ I grimaced.
It was getting towards the end of the night.
But as the music thudded around the dance floor, I was keen to continue the party.
‘Come back to my place,’ my friend said, slinging her arm around my shoulders.
‘Sounds good,’ I replied, weaving my way through the clubbers towards the exit.
It was November 2017 and a bunch of us headed off after dancing the night away.
Ben was one of the lads in the group.
‘He's single, you know,’ my mate nudged me later, as we kicked off our shoes and
