Arrick pulls me with him to a nearby row of seats in the corner by the corridor doors. We thought we were going easy on alcohol tonight, but we are probably much drunker than we intended. Caught up in the night and his friends, it’s easy to lose track of what you consume until it hits you hard in one fell swoop. I’m feeling beyond tipsy, everything swaying softly, and that ultra-merry, ‘I am so drunk’ dream quality has me all giggly.

I’ve danced my legs off with Claire, seen ...