Part III of the story (by Chris)

- Never mind. She will think whatever she wants... he thought.
- It’s time for a few glasses of whiskey. This should help you get over and forget about the whole shebang, she broke his thought.
When he was swigging another glass of Bushmills, suddenly all the world turned around before his eyes. He fell down on the floor.
- Oh my god, Sean! He’s not breathing!!! Can somebody help me?! Sue called out.
It created confusion in the pub.
- Everybody stand clear! I'm a doctor! said someone in the crowd.
- Call an ambulance!
When he was giving Sean mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, the ambulance arrived. Three paramedics got Sean on a stretcher and sped to St. James's Hospital where the doctors continued the struggle for his life. Unfortunately, a thin and horizontal line appeared on the heart monitor.

Part II of the story (by Szymon)

“Hey you, watch where you’re going!” he heard behind his back. He wanted to turn around and apologize, but again ran into someone. This time he didn't hear anything. He just felt a strong pain in the jaw and suddenly the night was lit up with a thousand stars. When he was waking up, he saw her. Sue was standing in the crowd and watching him recover.
- What happened? Sean asked.
- I don't really know. We heard there was a fight and we went out, but as I can see, everything is over now.
- Disappointed? he asked.
- Well, you finished like everything else: quickly and miserably.
- Nice to see you again, Sue. Would you like a drink? he asked, cleaning up his trousers.
She didn't answer, but just smiled.
A moment later they were at the bar drinking Bushmills. It took a while before he explained the reason for his attempted escape, but even he didn't believe the excuse about being late to a gig sounded convincing, because – in fact – they were still sitting in O'Niell's.

A story - part I

Please find below the first part of a story that we're going to write together over the course of a few weeks. Each student will be asked to write a part of it (word limit is 120-200 words). Let me begin...

He was going to head for Sweeney’s Bar in Dame Street now, so he downed the remainder of his double Bushmills in one quick gulp. A friend of his was playing an acoustic gig upstairs there in fifteen minutes. He stood up and left O’Neill’s through the bar door on Suffolk Street with a cig tucked in the corner of his mouth. He was trying to light it when he noticed his ex standing in front of the bar and chatting to some girl. He immediately turned around and jumped back into O’Neill’s hoping she hadn’t seen him. “Sean!” he heard just before the door closed behind him. “Shit!” he thought, “She saw me.” He rushed through the Friday night crowd swarming around the bar and headed for the lounge door instead. He thought he would escape that way. And so he did.