Freds work mate told him that it was his fault that I was crying in the rest rooms. And it was.
He glared at me when I went up to dance. He pretended to be so drunk that he was falling asleep. But his colleague said he saw that he was glaring at me with his chin on his chest and was not that drunk or sleeping. And when I sat down he kept forcing me to kiss him.
He disappeared and I got worried that he might have decided to walk home on the main road seeing that he was being irrational and drunk.
Me and a different work mate found him out the front trying to get a whiskey barrel loose from a decorative sculpture. Punching and kicking them in a blind rage.
When he saw me he said "how did I end up with b^tch and a sl^t like you" He was drunk. And he shouted over and over.