CLANCY OVERELL | Editor | Contact
Even though it is nowhere near beer o’clock, a bunch of lads on tour have decided it might be time to treat themselves to a brewski or two at the airport bar, haha.
While excitedly chattering amongst themselves as they stride through the terminal, the lads appear to be absolutely ready-to-go, ahead of their out-of-state boys trip.
Even after a few poorly received one-liners while being tapped down with the explosives detector at security, the boys are showing no signs settling down – as they joyfully glide past the domestic airport shopfronts.
“Haha. Oi we should we have a few beers now?” asks the chirpy one with the trendy cap, most likely named something like Evan or Andy.
“Haha. Serious?” asks the one wearing boot cut dad jeans, probably named Hamish or something.
“We’ve got plenty of time for that later… Actually, haha, look at the size of those beers. They are like full on steins. Haha”
Hamish (or something like that) pauses, before completely losing control.
“Ummm… I actually could go one”
The entire group breaks into laughter as the overdressed one in chinos says something like ‘Oooh boy. Here we go. Haha”
The boys, who are behaving like they’ve never really been in a licensed venue before, let alone on a boys trip, come across as though they might be Christians, or maybe just late bloomers.
At time of press, the boys had boarded their flight and were seen asking the flight attendant for a scotch on the rocks, or something suave like that.
