‘Yep this is going straight to Gillie’, thinks 21-Year-Old Marketing Student Lucy Jacobs as her phone lit up to a messenger audio call. The attempted contact was very clear in its purpose, but the idea of a kebab and Uber home was far more appealing to Ms Jacobs than the advances of a very drunk acquaintance.

Ms Jacobs was not particularly surprised that Charlie Bicker was attempting to make contact after having a fairly good rapport throughout the semester, aided by their work on a group assignment together. However, she decided that an unsolicited drunken phone conversation and inevitable request to come to The Foundry wasn’t as appealing as he probably thought it was.

Mr Bicker was unphased by the fact that he did not know Lucy’s phone number to call or text, which is a far more intimate and justifiable tactic post-midnight. He was determined to seek crumb harder than Hansel and Gretel after being abandoned in the woods by their neglectful parents.

After hanging up from his third attempt to reach Ms Jacobs, Facebook prompted Charlie to rate the quality of his call. ‘Pretty piss poor wasn’t it? She didn’t even pick up’, he mumbled as he tried to tap 1 star.

He did not remain disparaged for long however, after leaving a string of unanswered messages in both written and audio form, the stud sweetened the deal by sending a wave.

‘Her phone must be charging behind the bar or something’, he thoughts as he caught his smug reflection in the screen of his iPhone 6S.

‘The best part is, we can both completely ignore this in the morning’ the pair thought simultaneously from their respective ends of Brunswick Street.

Undoubtedly more calls to come.