Darren was most displeased that I refused the beer, not sure why he was so miffed as I'd only had 3 hours' sleep in 2 days and was pretty knackered. I assumed that his merciless giggling as I drifted to sleep was just an attempt to make me feel uneasy, and not pleasure at the dark scheme he had formed.

I woke at about 2 to find Darren darting about the room with an aura of mild distress. Concerned for my friend I immediately clocked that he was probably hot; I turned on the air con and provided him with a new bottle of water that I had obtained early from the seveneleven. Pleased that I had calmed the situation down I attempted to get back to sleep, but first I thought I'd finish off the water I'd been working on earlier in the day.

The dastard! His dissatisfaction at my refusal to imbibe more beer had resulted in an exchange of my water for some warm ale. So at 2AM I guzzled hot beer. Thanks mate.