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“’M not even that drunk–” He’d said it mostly to himself
and despite his mental, semi-verbal, protests, Dean
found his feet dragging against the tarnished wood
flooring of the Coyote Ugly styled bar, in a state who’s
name was currently alluding him. Not to worry of course,
he was 82% sure he was still in America.
Rolling his eyes he shook o f f someone’s hand on his
shoulder, who he could vaguely tell was trying to ask if
he was okay. Or maybe they were trying to steal his
wallet or pick a fight. Either way the bowlegged man
found himself stumbling out of the bar’s door. “Damn,
maybe I am that drunk.”
Feeling cooling f a t droplets of water plop themselves
over the top of his head, he was actually thankful for
the sobering effect. Looking to his left he saw someone
and immediately he felt distrustful and on edge. “Hey!
What’re you stalking outside a bar for?”
CIGARETTES ;; a real vice, for a tired woman with an
addiction and terrible stress. she has a child, and she’s
seen enough anti-smoking ads to know well enough
that second hand smoke is something to be avoided,
especially among small children. she’s trying to quit, she
really is. but it’s not that e a s y.
so she’s sulking outside of a dive bar in the dark and
in the rain, smoking the last inch of her cigarette like
it’s the last one in the world. and the guilt is eating her
alive, and she can’t stop. so yes, she looks SHADY.
she feels shady, too ------sue her.
head pops up and swivels to view the source of the
voice, and she smiles through a cough.
‘ STALKING? god, do i really
look like i’m stalking? ‘
she mumbles something to herself and, after taking
one last, long drag, throws her cigarette into a puddle
a few feet in front of her.
‘ SORRY ----i could ask you
the same thing, though. ‘