Okay, so it was turning out to be a Halloween of mixed experiences.
There were five of us in all, rather the worse for a few beers at this late stage of the evening, squeezed into costumes that were probably only meant to fit teenagers at best, and with mischief bubbling inside us like dangerous molten lava looking for a quick escape. We were currently huddled together inside the impressive, mirrored lift of the Grosvenor Square Hotel, gliding our way up to the sixth floor and the most exclusive suites. And three of us—excluding me—were arguing.
“Press the button—that one—no, that one!”
“So keep your f*****g tail out of my way!”
“And that green monstrosity growing out your fat arse isn’t as much of an obstacle? Oh, wait, maybe that is your fat arse?”
“And maybe right now, I want to se
