WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | Contact
Ben Brown is coming in hot.
The broker at a firm in Betoota’s Business District clicked attending to a mates house party a few weeks ago.
He also warned his mate, who he met on exchange in Budapest that he would be a little late as he had to attend a Friday staff drinks, as is the binding custom at his firm.
While things were going swimmingly at the party just kicking off in the French Quarter share house, everyone was keeping a lid on it for the time being.
That was until Ben came steaming in with three sheets to the wind.
The recent graduate, and relative lightweight in the physiological and susceptibility to intoxication sense, admitted to our reporters that he was close to double digits before he threw the screen door of the share house open.
“Yeah, I’ve had a couple,” he said to us.
“Okay, I’ve probably had like 6 or 7 [ha ha]. Boss was paying. I had to attend, and some of the chat at these things is horrendous, so what’s a suit cuck to do aye [sic],” he said.
Host of the party Billy Wasson said that while he was glad to see Brown on tear, it was fairly obvious that the young man was living on borrowed time.
“Yeah I can’t see him making the AM. Unless he brought some stockbrokers snow with him. Then he is a slight chance,” Wasson said.
“But everything points to him being fully clothed and face down in his own bed in a few hours time really.”
More to come.
