Since it's getting hotter-

Does anyone just really miss sitting at your favourite bar with a cold beer, masala peanuts and those giant fans that do a horrible job misting you?

Yeah, me too.

Extra points if you're sitting outside and gently melting, and then you order a hot chilli chicken anyway because bar food is th best food.

You friends are sweating through their t-shirts but insist on staying outdoors because it's not that bad 'AND YOU CAN SMOKE' they grin glow a little red because by now you're a bit sauced.

The waiter shows up, the one who knows you and says 'one more? One more. what do you mean no? One more.'

At some point you whine at the manager enough to let you plug your phone into the sound system because the bars pretty empty anyway and 'camooon pllllease'.

You've lost your lighter but the best waiter ever shows up with another pint and a matchbox... And points out that your cigarette is backwards

At this point at least one friends is head down on the table, hands folded and gently murmuring 'no more, I'm done'

You totter off the the bathroom for a great, imbalanced, eyes closed, smiling into space pee.

At the end of the night you're all just...traaaashed- the shutters are down, the bar is empty, you're listening to a playlist off your phone that's propped up in a glass - the bar staff is chilling and doing a mild smh at you.

Fall out of bar, possibly off pavement-
Drunkenly hug your friends goodbye and look for an auto while lighting up.

You miss all this?

Yeah.
Me too.