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No one really wants to have a full blown catch up at 2 am, except for Brendan.
The aspiring apprentice refrigeration mechanic is high on life after turning eighteen a couple months ago, and has pretty much been out in the clubs every single night since.
As a close friend’s little brother, it’s worth acknowledging the kid, especially when he comes hurtling towards you in a nightclub you were hoping nobody would see you in.
“Hey!!!!!” says Brendan, not aware that his mere presence in this venue makes you feel like you are a pathetically old loser.
“This DJ is sick!” he shouts.
Brendan’s enthusiasm and vodka-pineapple-charged chit chat falls on deaf ears, as you impulsively begin to reminisce back to when you first met him as a pre-schooler.
“Who are you here with??” shouts Brendan, wondering if any more of his older sibling’s friends have joined you.
The sad, stark reality that you have arrived alone in this nightclub to locate a potential one-night-stand you had been texting earlier in the night becomes quite clear – and can only be brushed over by accepting Brendan’s generous offer to buy you ‘a shot’.
At time of press, Brendan was seen drunkenly stumbling towards the back of the venue to where his friends were twenty minutes ago, after becoming acquainted with the highly alcoholic Long Island Ice Tea you thought he might enjoy.
