Why was I being convinced by this strange man who I'd only met an hour ago? A warm cosy bed sounded lovely though, I could actually get a good night sleep. Could I trust Andrew though? Most the men I had met were untrustworthy and scum bags, but I could tell Andrew wasn't. There was something about him which was different.
"I probably shouldn't" I admitted.
"It's only one night. I cannot let you wander off into the night on your own, you could get killed" Andrew responded. I shrugged. I could look after myself, I had been doing it for the past year and I hadn't been killed yet. Yet this was so tempting, the drink wasn't helping me to think straight either. If I were sober I would have been gone a long while ago.
"Okay, but if anyone asks you paid for me ok?" I stated in a stern voice, pointing at Andrew. He laughed and nodded in agreement. Was I really going to go back with a man who hadn't paid for me? This was a first to me.
"Come on" Andrew said as he began to walk down the street back towards the clubs, "Hotel is this way. I already have the hotel key as I am deemed the responsible one in my group" I followed in Andrew's footsteps as he rambled on about his friends.
"My friends drag me to clubs you see. I don't actual like drinking, I like to be in control of myself not stumbling everywhere like an idiot" I slurred, as we continued to walk down the street. Why was I so drunk? I suddenly tripped over my own feet and staggered to the left, thankfully Amanda caught hold of me before I tumbled. I turned to her and smiled.
"21 and can't handle your drink. Shameful" Amanda said, with a smirk on her face. True that was. I checked my watch, it had just turned midnight. I would have been in bed by now if I were at University. No wonder I was shattered. I started to wonder where my friends had disappeared to. Probably downing pints in a club to prove their manliness to each other. Typical lads. It was clear I didn't fit in with them, but they were a great set of friends nevertheless.
"Is this is?" Amanda's voice interrupted my thoughts. We were stood outside a Premier Inn. Correct she was. This was the hotel. Good job she said something, I would of walked straight past it and ended up completely lost.
"Yes" I replied to confirm the answer to her question. We both made our way towards the hotel. I swiped the key card and the automatic doors slid open. Now to remember what room I was in. 8? Or was it 18? No it was definitely 8. I remembered climbing only one set of stairs. I made my way up the flight of stairs, Amanda in tow. She was probably grateful to be sleeping in a real bed for the night. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Not gonna lie, I thought you'd be staying in some posh hotel" Amanda said as we reached room 8.
"I wish. The lads couldn't afford anything too extravagant" I responded as I swiped the key card in the door. It flashed green. Thank god it was the right room.