The bar is hopping. It is dark and moody and the drinks are strong - the night couldn’t be better. Your friend sprays you with saliva telling a story because the music is too loud. He’s a bit of a moist talker at the best of times so you take it in stride. You wipe it off discreetly and take a sip of your drink.

A few drinks later you realize it’s after midnight. It’s been a long week and it’s still 20 minutes to get home.