There’s something about an after-hours event.

Special, yes. Fortunate, definitely. Perhaps even a little… what’s the word I’m looking for? Naughty. Yes, that’s it. That naughty feeling of being somewhere people wouldn’t normally be at this hour. Like hanging behind at school when all the teachers have gone home when you’re young, or enjoying a lock-in at a pub when you’re older.

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