vodka, gin and whiskey go down a treat on cold evenings when your friends are upset and you have no where to go, when fleeing home is not an option or an invite, when your heart is heavy and your dreams are not what they once were, when you just want to wax lyrical and read a good book in a warm home but when your only choice is a strangers room and a strangers books when the only thing that helps is the music, comforting and not so different to what you would be listening to if on your own, and his warm arms that keep the chilling frost away from your bones, the duvet wrapped around you both and you didnt know this before you left the pub but you shout 'another drink barman' like its pre-empted and you knew that this would be like any other night that you didnt look for but you got anyway. please.
