She was so drunk. She thought the girls that brought her along were her friends, but they weren\'t. If they were, they\'d have never let me drag her away from the fire. \n\nI was a gatecrasher. I hadn\'t expected to be at any party, I didn\'t really know too many people in this city apart from my house-mates. I work at a local drive-through liquor store. Late one night a bunch of immature, loud-mouthed lads came through and told us about a beach party they were going to. I was on the \'early\' shift, I finished at 11pm just as they came in to stock their trunk. The whole world was their friend just then, especially the guys that sold alcohol, so we were all invited. I had no plans for the night and I was the only one to say \'okay\'. They waited for me to grab my keys to follow them out, their new best friend. Someone had a big shack by the beach, I\'m not even sure they knew whose it was.\n\nIt was a fair way away, about 20 minutes, enough for me to consider turning back more than once. The roads were quiet, so there was no chance to lose them even though they were belting along over the limit. When we got there we tracked a long way along the beach and then I was introduced to whomever heard them shout \"Hey, meet the beer-guy, we brought him with us!\" to which there was a ripple of applause. That marked the full journey of my friendship with those guys, after that they left me to my own devices.\n\nI was a few years older than most of the people I could see. Most of the guys running around were at a stage in life where they needed to prove to their mates how much of an idiot they were. I also had the advantage of coming sober to a drunken environment.