English Teacher R doesn't, or at least hasn't, gone out with us that much. We went out last Saturday to a trendy new poseur bar after a drunken party at English Teacher P's. We had a pretty good time; towards the end of the evening I lost track of him and assumed he'd left with a girl or something like that.
The next day he SMS'd me and said that he'd fallen asleep in the toilet and the bouncers had had to kick the door open. Then he'd gotten on the tram to go home -- it was 6:00am at this point -- and gotten into an argument with the conductor when she tried to charge him 9 rubles, forgetting that the price had gone us two days before.
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