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At the beginning of the evening Ian endeavours to locate his companions in debauchery. Initiate oggling mode
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| Mingin' Drunk..., Alex, Gus anyone? | |
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| Better just ignore this one, he looks like a bit of a freak... | |
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As the Gentlemen of leisure mingle with the masses some dickwad spews his load on the floor of the Dive
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| "Vomit on the Dancefloor, you better not spoil the groove" | |
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Ian proves the spirit of romance is not dead and finds himself a project for the Easter holidays. The rest of the guys just stand about and leer disconcertingly.
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| Yes of course I don't have a girlfriend... can I call you? I'd really like to see more of you - like your tits... | |
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| I don't entirely trust you but what the hell, whats the worst that could happen? | |
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