The Mystery of The Extra Beer

The last Stag night I went on featured a little mystery. We ended up in the Rocket Club (<- careful how you click that one..)

The mystery occurred when I went to the bar to order another drink.

"Bottle of Becks, please", I said wondering if I was slurring yet but no I was fine. I felt drunk but the world wasn't spinning.

Off the barmaid went and came back and put 2 bottles of Becks on the counter. Two? Why had she given me two? Maybe I WAS slurring? I wasn't that bad was I? Maybe it was the noise of the music and she couldn’t hear me properly. Ah well I figured, two are better than one, I could manage some more. I wasn't going to argue.

She told me the price, I handed over a tenner and got my change along with a nice little receipt confirming my order. Lovely. You know your in a classy joint when they give you a receipt for your beer.

Navigating the lap dancers in their underwear in a pair of virtual moon boots, it was back to the seat for more eye candy and drinking. But, I had two drinks...

"What was that about?", I asked one of the lads next to me.

"Did you use your two for one token you got when we came in?"

"Nope.", I replied thinking what bloody two for one token!

Twelve hours later in the sober light of day, the mystery was revealed.

The second drink was a round for one of the lads....