With arms draped over the necks of two other girls, Esther’s head was slumped forward and she didn’t appear to be bearing any of her own weight on her feet, instead being dragged home like a sack of potatoes.

“Yeah, she just can’t handle her alcohol, or maybe somebody slipped her something. It’s hard to say, she got pretty wasted pretty quick. No harm, no foul though, we looked after her. Once we saw she was too far gone, we stepped in whenever some guy tried to put the moves on her, did the old ‘we’re lesbians’ routine, and worked every time.”

I couldn’t hold back a wry smile as...