Here I was, Sipping away at the 10$ glass of (absolutely horrible) beer at the city-famous Ivy Thursdays.

The night was going okay, two co-workers had recommended this place to us and honestly, being three 24 year olds who were looking to pour away the money they had saved up for this trip, we didn't really care.

This is where the night begins, with one co-worker chickening out and the other too drunk on the shite Victoria-Bitter , Yours truly was the only one left with the energy to dance some more.

Up I went, headbanging to a horrendous rendition of "I am sexy and I know it", trying to balance myself and not spill away the last bit of beer I had left when I notice this group of girls trying to dance together. Okay I said, and went with the flow, thinking nothing of it, considering I wanted to leave in 30 minutes anyways.

Songs changed and people in the circle kept increasing till micro-groups split off and my drunk self was now buying drinks for the group I had danced with. This group included two girls, and their boyfriends.

We got to the sofas in the back left and honestly, the guys in my group were too shitfaced to go for another round of drinks. We got to talking and one out of the two couples decides to leave, this kicks things into motion.

This girl, Amana she told me her name was, tells me she finds me cute. This was extremely odd considering her boyfriend was 5 feet from us , too exhausted and drunk to even lift a finger. Out of concern for the poor dude and some concern for my sorry ass having to go to work the next day, I suggested that we split and go home.

This is when she makes her move, trying to sync up with music and move up into my lap. I do not protest, cause well, alcohol. I am still, however, wanting to end things here, considering the dude could wake up from his slumber at any time and raise a ruckus. This is when she whispers, "He has been cheating on me for 6 months" , as she flashes her phone into my face.

Photos upon photos of the dude chatting away with other girls about his girlfriend being a sorry piece of shit. This, is when it kicks into gear.

I do not remember the songs that played after that, nor who was around. I do not remember the time we started, but, I do remember her soft moans in every kiss, the warmth of her lips and the hurt she was trying to suppress slowly fizzing away with every heavy sigh.

I left the place at 3, with her, and we went back to my hotel room. I still do not know what happened to the dude, or their relationship. I do remember however, the warmth of her arms when I last hugged her as we went along our separate paths in the morning.

I'm happy to have a place to crash at when I go back to Sydney sometime soon :D