Andy was drunk, again.
He and Mark were dancing their asses off on the dance floor. In their minds they were like John Travolta, in reality they were like John Goodman.
They headed to the bar, Andy downed a pint of lager, although he didn’t know why.
He then staggered around the club trying to find the mens room. Eventually he saw the sign, he followed the arrow and went through the door, he somehow managed to negotiate the stairs without falling. How he did this no one knows.
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs bruise free, he turned the corner and bumped into someone.
“Sorry mate.” he said apologetically
Andy did the decent thing, stepped to the side and tried to step forward, but this idiot did the same thing.
They bumped into each other again!
“Shall we dance?” Andy said jokingly, trying to hide the fact he was so drunk.
Andy then stepped back,
“After you.” The guy didn’t move.
At this point Mark appeared.
“Who you talking to mate?” Mark asked confused
“This fucken idiot here!”
“Dude that’s a mirror.”