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Mateship is alive and well in Betoota’s French Quarter, a suburb best known for disguising bars as the family owned businesses that used to occupy the space before gentrification drove the original owners out.
Recently, a group of friends were drinking at such a venue which was once a hardware store yet still pretty much looks the same except they sell booze now and no one inside has ever picked up a powertool.
After being asked to leave quietly so as not to stir the gentle ears of The Boomers, barista Toby Dancer (33) suggested they kick on back at his place so he had someone else to do rack with.
Stopping along the way for $48 worth of 7/11 mixers (two bottles of Coke) the group of 12 planted themselves in the living room Toby shares with his housemate Jason, who unlike Toby and the gang, has to actually get out of bed the next morning.
“I suspected we might have been a bit too loud when we were trying to recreate the acapella Sweet Child Of Mine from Step Brothers but with instruments as well,” stated Toby, whose head was feeling like the cooking pot he had used as a drum the night before.
“Jason’s a cool guy, but his door opens into the room we were hanging in and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t appreciate the game of Loud Charades we were having.”
It is for this reason Toby made the selfless decision to ask his mates to move five metres away from Jason’s door so that the young professional could get a good night’s rest.
“Yeah we sat outside which is further away from Jason’s door but right near his window which is made of cardboard anyway so it’s sort of sound proof I guess.”
Although moving the alcohol-fueled rager just five metres away may seem like a small step, Toby is confident it worked and that Jason didn’t even mind.
“This morning, he didn’t say anything to me about it. In fact, he didn’t even speak to me. It was like nothing was up, nothing had happened. Must have done the trick!”
