She knew it was a bad idea, that’s why she didn’t text him, but then another round got bought, and another.
And then the shots started, sambuca, tequila, more sambuca.
Then her bad idea suddenly became a GREAT idea. So she text him, and he text back, and they arranged to meet.
She was excited, she had always liked him, but they only hook up when they have been drinking. But she didn’t care, she really wanted to see him, he was so handsome, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on his body.
By the time she got to his flat it was well after 3 am, when he opened the door a stench of cheap deodorant offended her senses. She could tell he had been drinking, he offered her a drink which she accepted, the smell became over powering, it was a stench of lynx mixed with beer & mould. She had to get away from this stench.
She went to the bathroom, it was there it all became too much, she was sick.
She was sick everywhere, all over the bathroom.
It was horrible.
She made an excuse and left.
She never saw him again.