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We opt for a pub dinner. Cheap and cheerful, with the added advantage that it won’t look or feel like a date. Just two friends, out getting some food.
Afterwards, we head on to a couple of town-centre bars. I try to steer Kieran away from Zizi’s, but we pay a flying visit to Bar Chico.
The alcohol makes me feel more comfortable. It gives me confidence. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an aggressive or loud drunk. I’m not someone who gets bolshy or arrogant after a couple of drinks. It’s just not my style. But I worry less about stuff. Things wash over me. I’m happier, more confident.
The drinks start to flow, and before I know it we’re doing shots. At the start of the night I was secretly half-tempted to take it easy, but that’s out of the question now. The more I drink, the less I care.
