Or something like that...
We're all out drinking, a large relatively disparate group - some close friends, lots of people I don't really know. Anyway, I'm chatting briefly to a lady from Bristol who was up for an interview/drinking sessions and whom I only knew to say hello to when she asks me to keep an eye on her - and in particular in case a drunken, unintelligible geordie tries to crack on to her...Apparently she can't stand him. (Personally I could take him or leave him, but after 3 pints I have no idea what he's saying - just nod occasionally when he stops talking).
There I am deep in conversation when suddenly I notice that the lady is staring daggers at me - I'd not noticed that she'd been cornered by the Geordie. Ooops. What kind of a knight in tarnished armour am I?
Anyway, I make my excuses and walk over to stand next to her. This doesn't seem to have much of an impact. So I went slightly off piste, put my arm round her back, pulled her close and kissed her. We kissed for quite a little while. Which was a surprise. Even more so to us, than to the Geordie. And much to the hilarity of the rest of the group.
Apparently she then missed her train. And had nowhere to stay. What else could a knight in shining armour do but offer her a bed for the night?
I'm on your side.
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