Fancy Dress Party (Taxi Ride)
Fancy Dress Party (Taxi Ride) My drunkenness was now making me very sleepy as the taxi sped along the motorway. âLynn! Lynn!â Clare shouted as she shook my arm, âIâm getting out now, will you be ok?â âYes, yesâŚsure,â I mumbled as my eyes blinked with the sudden light. âIâve got her address. Sheâll be fine.â I heard the elderly Asian taxi-driver tell my friend. I looked forward and spotted his dark brown eyes staring back from the rear-view mirror as he adjusted it. Not realising what he was doing I smiled back at him. âYou look like youâve had a good nightâ the man grinned through his tobacco stained teeth. âYesâŚyes I have.â I slurred as I remembered the shafting that Iâd just had from Alex. The taxi sped around a corner making me …