Bob and Marie

The taxi drove them to the pub, being the only one that remained open it had a tonne of security outside. Bob and Marie headed in, “what on Earth is this place?” asked Bob, stunned. They paid and received token for free drinks.

                  “It’s not as bad as it looks,” giggled Marie, “let’s go get our free drinks.”

The free drink on entry turned out to be some form of shot. Bob scoffed, “I hate shots.”

                  “Would you like me to buy you a beer instead?” asked Marie.

                  “Na, it’s fine,” grumbled Bob, reluctantly throwing back his shot with Marie.

They headed out to the beer garden. Bob was displeased, “this place is awful.”

                  “Let’s just dance for a bit,” suggested Marie.

                  “If we have to,” responded Bob.

They danced for a couple of songs, but Marie could sense Bob’s hostility.

                  “Would you like to leave?” asked Marie.

                  “Please,” replied Bob.

                  “Alright,” said Marie, “let’s go grab something to eat.”

They walked out of the pub and turned the corner, “how far away is this takeaway place? Asked Bob.

                  “Oh, like a five-minute walk,” replied Marie.

Marie led the way through town, taking turns and crossing roads based on what the traffic lights were doing. Bob felt increasingly lost, “where are you taking me?”

                  “Ah, to the takeaway place,” responded Marie.

                  “It’s starting to feel like you’re taking me on a wild goose chase,” said Bob.

                  “Haha, well, I assure you, I am taking you to a decent feed and the taxi rank is right outside so there won’t be any more walking.”

Bob nodded and they kept walking on their cross-town journey to food.