The glass of wine slides down the bar to you, followed by Elliot’s ale, as you discuss his book and his plans for his future career.

You’re so caught up in the conversation that you don’t pay attention to how fast you’re drinking. Ten minutes and both your glasses are empty. He’s already a bit wobbly, flushed face glowing as he hiccups every few minutes. He starts to sing, even doing a little dance to make you laugh. Not that you could judge. One glass of wine and you’re already tipsy yourself.