Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Drowning in Strawberry Daquiri... Cold, frozen fruit drinks laced with rum and pretty girls around a table. I have drunk gin before midday in this bar, and sipped it again over lunch today. The daquiri isn't as sweet as I'd expected and the sour taste of the rum makes my nose wrinkle. After a couple of sips my tastebuds still tingle. The bar isn't exactly empty, but there are random groups of people scattered around the odd table. None of them people I know, but I have two sweet voiced girls to tal to. One of them has known me since the days of my cropped dark hair and abrasive attitude, the other only knows the softer, generally drunker version. She is of to Berkley in a matter of months, to go and rant at a whole new gorup of people. Hopefully none of them will be called Ben. The other runs an awkward hand through her red hair as she does the age old 'avoid mentioning the gender of the person she likes' trick. Once upon a time I wondered about our friendship and if it would ever turn into anything more. It didn't, it probabaly never will, and I'm chary of being her 'First' when I suspect my feelings aren't as strong. I tried that already, remember? So for now we will lounge on cushions in a club basement while one of us flirts with a pretty boy and the others dance the night away, with the occasional bump and grind where neither of us meets the other's eye. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower