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I remained sat the bar, drowning my sorrows away. I'd definitely had too many vodka and cokes as I swayed side to side on my chair. But why did I care? This was just the norm for me. Drinking all night, sleeping all day. The girls were constantly reminding me I needed to start earning wages. The pub seemed more appealing though. I leaned my head against the wall, slowly closing my eyes. I don't think the barman liked having me in there, making their pub look bad. They thought I was just there for business. I heard a crash and my eyes shot open. I turned my head to the left to see someone almost fall through the front door. I smiled and shook my head. Some people just couldn't handle their drink. Then I realised it was the man I had asked for a lighter. His eyes locked with mine, he smiled softly and approached me.

"Good evening Amanda" He said to me. His words slurred. How the hell did he know my name though? I frowned slightly, "I've been looking for you. Hoping to buy you a drink"

"Hello… Andrew" I had successful remembered his name. My words slurred too, "A drink… water please, I've had too much already"

"A water sounds good… I think I'll stick to water" He responded as he turned to the barman and ordered us both a water. He pulled himself up onto the barstool next to me. What I didn't understand is why this man was offering to buy me a drink and why he was sat with me?

"I'm not working tonight" I announced, "Just thought I'd let you know in case that's what you wanted… just… just saying"

"No, I just wanted to speak to you" Andrew replied as he handed the glass of water to me. His eyes were studying my face. There was something intriguing about him.

Silence. We were just sat, staring at each other. Seemed like hours, probably only seconds before I broke the eye contact. I don't like getting involved with men, not unless they're paying me.

"Surely the likes of you doesn't mingle with the likes of me" I stated. He was too posh to be speaking to a prostitute. Probably didn't even have them where he came from. He simply smiled then shook his head.

"I'm sure you're a lovely girl" He responded. I was a hell of lot nicer than the other girls. Luckily I didn't have a drug addiction to feed like some. I just liked to drink. "Why… why do you sleep with men for money?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow. Not many people had the nerve to ask me that question, well not straight up like Andrew had.

"Some of us aren't born into privileged families, some of us are born into… broken families" I replied simple.

Why Andrew? Why have you just asked her that question? Obviously you were curious, but you don't just come out with a question like that. Be the gentleman.

"Sorry" I said. I didn't want her thinking I was some nosey snob. She didn't look like your typical drug addict, though I'd never met a drug addict. Nor a prostitute. This was all new to me. My parents would probably kill me if they found me sat here right now. "Another glass of water?"

Amanda shook her head, "No, I think I'm gonna head off…" Her voice trailed off, for a moment, "Head off home" She finally added, as she stood up.

"Well where'd you live? I can get a cab with you, make sure you get home safe" I suggested, standing up too. Amanda shook her head again,

"Don't worry, I know the streets of Manchester well enough" Amanda replied as she collected her coat, "Nice meeting you Andrew" She started to head towards the door. I had to stop her from leaving, I wanted to speak to her more. I darted for the door.

"Why don't I walk you to your cab?" I didn't want to see a drunk woman stumbling off into the night, "Or even walk you home" I definitely wasn't thinking straight. I'd lost my friends, I was in a strange town offering to walk some drunk prostitute home. Alarm bells should be ringing by now. She was technically a criminal. But they weren't, for some reason I trusted this woman.

Amanda sighed, a hand rested on the door handle, "The truth is, I don't have a home to go to alright?" She answered as she threw the pub door open and walked out onto the street. It took me a few seconds for my mind to process what she had said. I was going to be paying for this in the morning. Hangover central. I snapped out of my thoughts and headed out the pub. Amanda was already walking down the road, back towards the clubs. I quickly hurried after her, using the wall as support every now and then.

"Stay at my hotel, with me" I offered. What was wrong with me? Inviting a random female back to my hotel. "I have a double bed… not that I'm suggesting anything. My friends, they won't mind. It's all paid for and it's only down the road" I was rambling, trying to convince Amanda to come back with me.

"Andrew, you don't know me. I might be some crazy murderer" Amanda said turning to face me. True, she could. Maybe she shouldn't come back to my hotel. I don't fancy being killed especially without graduating from university first. My mind was certainly in overdrive now. "It's okay, I'll stay in a hostel tonight" She then said.

I pulled a face of disgust. Amanda laughed.

"Just come back to my hotel room with me. I won't try anything on, I swear" I just wanted to help her, "You can trust me, I'm posh, you can trust all posh people"

Amanda smile softly, "You might be a murderer though" I laughed at Amanda's reply. Me? A murderer? The only thing I've managed to kill is a fly.