theshinobi

"I'm thinking about getting my clit pierced."

I didn't know whether to gag or do a spit-take. So a little of both was in order, I suppose. She obviously knew some overblown reaction would take place while I was drinking. It was funny the first few times, but now it's just irritating.

"Why?"
"That chick that works at Imperial said it feels good."
"You're just going to take her word for it?"
"It's not like that, you know her."
"I only met her once."
"Oh... Well I've been back there a few times. Her name's Tammy."
"For more tattoos?"
"Yeah...."

That pause always meant something she didn't want me to hear. Also irritating, because that something is usually something I don't want to hear either, but I need to hear it anyway. Better than to be left in the dark.

"Is there something else you'd like to share?"
"No..."

She's fucking Tammy.

"You know I hate it when you do that?"
"I'm sorry."

It's not your fault. You're a beatiful woman whose intelligence isn't as stunning as her appearance. And I can't seem to cease being enthralled. These things happen. They shouldn't happen, but they do. To me, anyway. Every damn day.

"You wanna dance?"
"No."
"Well I'm gonna dance."

By all means, don't let me stop you from having a good time. What the hell am I doing? I should be having a good time too. That was the point of coming here. WE are supposed to having a good time. I'm out of energy al-fucking-ready. At least I brought my right-hand man along. If there's one thing right I've done tonight, it has to be that. Why am I rhyming?

"Explain to me again why you brought her along."
"We made up."
"Apparently."
"Alright, let me put it this way: she's not on my bad side anymore."
"She shouldn't be on ANY side anymore, man."

He has a damn good point. I should cut her loose and run. But I can't. Not yet. Is she some sort of fucked up security blanket for me? Am I actually in love? If this is love, why am I pissed off? I need to figure this out before we leave. Oh, there he goes downing his custom death mix again. I swear, nothing kosher ever comes from it.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take advice from a drunkard. You know you're killin' your unborn babies with that shit?"
"Fuck you and your six-foot horse, emo-boy."

Now, I'm not one for speculating. But I look around the joint and think, "How much better or worse could any of these fine, young bachelorettes be?" Is there, no doubt, someone else out there that would all of a sudden want to decide they're bisexual? Would all of them? It's practically mind-boggling. The thought makes feel like...

"You want a swig of this or what, stupid?"
"... Hit me, motherfucker."