Choosing a dress for the evening, I knew I had a night of celebrations ahead of me.
With everything planned for quite a while, going to a friend’s house for their birthday, before heading to Revolution and then seeing where the night would go, I’d been added into a group chat on Facebook with 30 people.
If you want to come and drink at mine, you can, my friend Joel* messaged – inviting me to pre-drinks in December 2019.
Knowing roughly half of the group, the party was in full swing with plenty of drinking games.
Only, there was a certain person in particular who didn’t fit in with the group.
‘Hey Kayleigh, how’s it going?’
Craig, a familiar voice, said as I poured another drink.
Having spoken to Craig at previous parties, even staying at his house one time in the past when I couldn’t get home safely, we were platonic – we’d only ever spoken at a party environment when certain friends were around.
He was friendly enough, but I’d
