I took out an unlit cigarette, and let it brush across my lips before softly inhaling. I stood up, told her to have fun, and walked over to the bar.
"I guess i'll just go with my friend!" I knew it was a bluff because for one thing, that friend of hers was a guy, and secondly that guy was also checking me out. But she must have felt challenged because she suddenly blurted out "I want to go home with someone tonight." I looked at my phone. I had been ignoring her all this time, so when I asked what it was she had in her hand, she leaned over and whispered "whisky honey". And me? I sat next to a girl with velvet lipstick. One friend was paired with a girl who wanted a baby ASAP, another sat next to one who kept showing him pictures of her huge Norwegian boyfriend who'd be coming back soon. I quickly regained my senses, and I noticed that some of us were paired up. The shot had a linear scent to it, it opened and closed with a hint of rubbing alcohol. Well, with my pension, I can afford to live across the street 😉" Needless to say the young girl and her translator were less than thrilled.īack to the story: the night began with a round of vodka. A few days ago I remember hearing one of the worst proposals at a nearby coffee shop, "You know the XXXXXXX Hotel? The very nice one. Was there really a difference? Anyways, they were an amusing bunch. I spotted a few foreigners on the dance floor looking for love.
It was the weekend so the usual college crowd was there. We were on our way.īefore I knew it I was seated in a crowded nightclub. Two of us sat in the sidecar, one hung from the side, one sat behind the driver, and the other sat on the trunk. And once the timer reached zero we stumbled our way to the dimly lit street to hail a tricycle.
I belted those high notes back before the war on drugs, back before due process became a mere formality.
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