The Night of the Lads

I remember being pretty drunk by the time I nipped upstairs to use the third floor toilet, one that had some windows looking into the street. So I'm standing there and draining the main vein, just sort of blankly staring out the window when I see this car pull up. My brain was just slowed by the alcohol I think and I remember thinking, someone's in for a rough night. The only thing I remember is rushing back to the room where my mates were chilling, just in time to hear a load of screaming and shouting coming from the ground floor. But then all of a sudden this lad appears in the doorway of the room we were occupying, wearing a gator over the