Subconscious Reality

Starry eyed with a slight stagger, I make my way towards the house, in the early hours. Friday night out at the bar in Bloomsbury was epic. I thought I’d arrive home stone sober seen as I could only sensibly afford a couple of drinks, yet I only bought myself one drink. I’d been sipping at it almost an hour then Mi bought me one. I told him not to buy me anymore, but he insisted, arguing he had attended countless of my parties, and drank gallons of my champagne, so it was only fair I let him pay me back. No longer having my own funds is embarrassing. I need to get on some A-grade jobs to earn enough commission if I am going to keep up with Mi and Frankie. Frankie’s not as well off but can afford the odd luxury.