"I don't know about society but he can drink, swear and likes explosions. Plus he's an easy shag. What more could you want?" These were all qualities valued very highly. Anyone could play by the rules or whatever nonsense people seemed to buy in to, it was surprisingly rare people lived in a chill state of being. Relaxed as you could be when liking explosions at least.
"Bloody hell, Dinger, you fucking tosser. We are here to drink, this stuff is shit," she exclaimed, punching his shoulder for good measure. Sugar drinks always made the room spin faster, maybe because you could have ten before realizing there was alcohol in it. With both shots down she watched Michael get up, wondering if he was swaying or if that was her vision.