Sealing a friendship
Rhiannon and her friends spent a lot of time on the stairs at a Cardiff nightclub, not realising back then that this would seal their friendship for life.
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"It usually started with a few drinks at Sarah's house. Crowded in her bedroom we'd swap jewellery, try on clothes and giggle in the mirror as we slapped on make-up and back-combed each other's hair.
Her parents got used to us running up and down the stairs, stealing vodka from the drinks cabinet and blasting obscenities as part of our charged-up bonding ritual.
Arm in arm and singing we'd head for the bus stop. I'd count money in my shoe and hand over a few sweaty coins to a driver who'd stare back in disbelief. Arriving at the 'Dog and Duck', the bouncers would wink at us, meaning we could by-pass the queue and walk straight in.
There, in that building, we enacted the highlights of our teenage years; smoking joints in flooded toilets, discovering men, wickedly two-timing them and stumbling across people having sex on the fag-ashed carpet beneath the stairs. In fact we spent most of our time on those steep stairs. It was better than the bar or the dance floor. Teasing passers-by, watching bouncers breaking up fights and the old guy who said he stuffed birds for a living!
One of us would go missing over the course of the night, usually found slumped over a toilet. We'd flock around in support, gathering her hair, offering water and reassuring words.
With a bit of lipstick and powder to the nose, we'd dust each other down and prop each other ready to face the world outside. Then after a burger and a pee in a doorway, we'd go our separate ways not knowing that in sharing these adolescent nights out, we were sealing a friendship - for life."