Quiz Night antics

5 blokes and me.  Autistic A, Dirty D, King K, Stoical  S and Phlegmatic P.

A and D came as a double act.  George and Mildred fuelled on lager.  Pissed as fuck and fighting like cat and dog while planning together an already doomed trip to Barcelona.

A was brilliant.  He just said any odd thing that crossed his mind.  No censoring mechanism in place. Veering from offensive to childlike charming, shouting answers for everyone to hear, going on rants and at some point trying to wrestle the pen out of S's hands, convinced that his answer was right.

K was all eye rolling.  Like a headmaster in a room of unruly children. We like to think of our team as a democracy, but we're really just K's bitches.  But A wasn't playing ball,  completely unaware of the signs of K's mounting agitation:  the taking his hands to his head, the shouting, shushing,  the deep sighing...

But all was forgiven and forgotten when we landed the £60. First prize working like a magic wand to restore the peace.  A and D left. Crawled into a taxi, taking all the mayhem with them.

It was a good night.  We had to be forcibly removed from the pub way after time was called at the bar.  The taxi ride home is still a bit hazy.  Softened and blurred, like the picture.