[This is painful, a bit like Fresher's week at university where you don't know anyone and everyone else seems to be having a much better time than you. It would never have happened in Abel. Everyone knew him in Abel.

There's a woman sitting off at the edge and she looks like she has a couple of bottles of the best social lubricant, and it's got to be better than terrible cheap lager from the off-license that most students had gone to.

He approaches her, looking a bit awkward.]

Uh, I don't suppose you're sharing that? I just got here, like, Wonderland here, not just the party, and I could really use a drink.