This gave me a minute or two to collect my thoughts and survey my surroundings. The place was electric with everybody seemingly in good spirits. There also seemed to be a great sense of camaraderie, with some of the women going from group to group chatting away.
A few moments later the two lads had returned. With a quick shake of Sean’s head, I was informed that there was no space for a wheelchair inside. Not that I minded.
“A lot of talent around here,” I said loudly to Sean over the din of music.
Sean was somewhat of a connoisseur.
“Yeah,” he replied, “it’s all the universities, tourists and the like. It’s unbelievable around here. You can just be walking down the street and see so many good-looking women.”
I took another slug of my vodka and took in the atmosphere the two lads talked for a while.
Then while I got lost in my thoughts.
“Say hello to Irene,” Sean said to me.
She was one of the girls that had been going from group to group earlier.
“Hi, lovely to meet you,” I replied.
“Hi,” she replied with a warm smile.
“She’s a musician, very good too.” Sean continued.
She had shoulder-length brown hair and was wearing a black jacket.
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