Chapter EighteenWe pulled up outside Seb's. I was feeling quite sober now, the bulk of the alcohol had worn off during the journey. Seb paid for the taxi and we made our way up the many stairs to his room. When we got inside things were pretty much the same as they were last time, a small table lamp lit the room. A pile of dishes sat in the sink, and an unkempt rug sat in the middle of the floor.
“So, what's it to be, tea, coffee or wine?” He looked back at me with a cheeky grin and a bottle of chardonnay in his hand.
I smiled back at him and said. “I think you already know the answer”
He picked up a tumbler from the sink, gave it a quick swill and half dried it before he poured me a very large wine. I took the glass from him and drank a large mouthful of it. He nodded at me to move up
