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Pint of Piss

12 Jan

Andy turned to look at me, his face going slowly crimson. He leant in and whispered in my ear, “Mate, I need a piss so badly. I don’t think I’ll make it to the toilets.”
I let out a laugh and then looked around me. The pub was very busy; it was a Saturday night after all, and the toilets were up a flight of stairs on the other side of the bar.

“Here you go, fill this” I said, handing him an empty pint glass. I could see the doubt run through Andy’s head, but he merely shrugged, took the glass from me and moved it under the table.

“Ahhhhhhhh, that feels so good” he exclaimed as the buildup of urine was suddenly released from his body. Anyone watching would have wondered what the fuck he was doing. He was sat hunched over at the table with both hands hidden from view, with orgasmic expressions etched over his face. I wondered if he’d get kicked out for having a supposed social wank. Twenty or so seconds later, his job was done.

“What shall I do with it?” Andy asked me.

“Drink it, it’s probably all alcohol anyway” I joked.

Unfortunately Andy wasn’t that stupid. Instead he just placed the glass back on the table, where it stood proudly, just looking back at us. Despite my protests, Andy wouldn’t take it elsewhere and so it was up to me to move it.
As there were quite a few of us out on this particular night, we were split over two tables. I decided that the pint of piss should sit on the other table – it was putting me off my drink.
I picked it up and it was still warm. This made me feel a bit sick, it was almost as if I was touching Andy’s piss. Luckily, I only had a short distance to travel, and I placed the glass down on the other table. Everyone sat there turned to look at me as I did so and all I said was ‘No-one bother drinking that’. Then I returned to my seat, and watched.

“Thanks mate” said Andy, “I didn’t want that there either, it fucking stinks”.

“I still can’t believe you actually did that” I replied.

As we chatted we kept glancing over at the pint of piss, and it remained in the same spot, untouched. The rest of the group were quite oblivious to it, and if was getting surrounded by empty bottles and other pint glasses as they knocked back their drinks. About 45 minutes after I’d put the glass on their table, the inevitable happened.

Warren was quite drunk and looking for something to whet his whistle. The bar was crowded so he scanned the table for anything he could chuck down his throat. Being almost full to the brim, the pint of piss instantly caught his eye.

“Who does this drink belong to?” he asked the rest of the table.

“No one, he just left it here” Mike replied, pointing over at me.

Warren clamped his hand around the glass a took a huge gulp from it, just as I was in the midst of shouting ‘NOOOOOOO!!!!’

I was too late. I watched in horror as Warren swallowed.

Amusingly, he then slammed the glass back down on the table, shouting “Fuck me! That tastes like piss!” It was too much for Andy, who was now bent double from laughing so hard. Warren saw that he was in hysterics and marched over, with the pint of piss in his hand,
“Is this yours?” he muttered, quite calmly for someone that had just swallowed his mate’s urine.
“Yes, sorry Warren” Andy replied sheepishly.

What came next still makes me smile. Without warning, Warren tipped the rest of the piss straight over Andy’s head, before gently placing the empty glass back on the table, spinning on his feet and meandering back to whence he’d came. Andy sat where he was, silent with a shocked expression. At first he was open mouthed, but he quickly closed it as his own urine cascaded down his face. Eventually, he got up and without saying a word, headed to the toilets so he could dry off under the hand dryer.

To his credit, he did stay out for the rest of the night, despite smelling like a stale tramp. Every so often the unmistakable tang of piss would catch my nose and I’d turn around to see Andy approaching and I’d laugh as people we didn’t know fought with each other in an effort to get out of his path. Andy was undeterred by it all.

“I only smell off piss, at least I didn’t drink it”, he’d say.
And I suppose he was right, really.

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