They queued up at the bar to flash their bracelets to the barman before being handed a couple of glasses of acidic white wine. Violet was next to them holding her golden bracelet up to the light admiring its shine. ‘I would imagine this is what it’s like being at a music festival,’ she said. ‘So exciting. Now I will never need to go to Glastonbury.’
The friends moved away from the bar to let similarly disgruntled guests take their places.
‘I see you’ve gone for the cheap option,’ Ben said, joining the two of them. ‘You can take the girls out of the student union, but you can’t take the student union out of the girls.’
‘Look at you, flashing the cash with your fancy silver one,’ Becca teased, while Eve stayed silent next to her, looking at the floor.
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