Nightclubbing

 Who?

I know this one’s name. Debbi. With an I and no e. She told me that a few times. She told me a lot of things. Over and over again. Pretty with make-up prettier without. I thought she was just another girl out for a night out. Another party girl. Out with her friends who seemed not to be there right now. Where were they? Why has they left her like this? Who would abandon someone this drunk? She wasn’t drunk though. She had just been made to look that way.

 

Where?

On a kind of upholstered bench in a club in Nottingham that had seen better days. Everything in there was something you could get stuck to. Everything in there had all the fluids spilt on it at some point. A place where the lights had gone out and not yet been replaced. Somewhere that was the same today as it was in the 70’s. She was collapsed in on herself. Leaning slightly to the left and looking peaceful as she dribbled on herself. Her glass had toppled over spilling whatever was in it all over whatever it was sitting on.

 

Why?

She had made herself vulnerable by not being able to control herself. That’s what I thought. An easy target. That’s until I heard them talking. Deciding who was going to take her home. Laughing about how it had been so easy. Buy a girl a drink and give her a little something extra for taste. Get her to that place a little bit quicker. Now the suggestion to just take her to the toilets was being passed about. Take her in there, do your thing, then leave her to find herself in a few hours. If anyone else came across her first well done them.

 

When?

When they carried her into the toilet. That was the course of action they had decided on. People saw them and decided not to mention it to themselves. It looked like they were helping her. They weren’t helping her. I followed them in.

 

How?

I broke a bottle of Newcastle Brown on the first one’s head. Used the broken bottle on the other two and then back to the first smashing his head on a toilet as had as I could. It cracked both the toilet and his head so it must have done the trick. Blood made the ocean of piss on the floor a lovely brown colour. I was quick and easier than it should have been. She was not the only drunk person in this picture. I then put her arm around my shoulder and walked her out the front door waving at the security cameras as I passed.