Out, and About.
We exited the bar through the backdoor. Rain and neon, strangers dying for tomorrow. The alley way had a smell of piss and over indulgence. Our yellow brick road back to paradise.
Too many left turns lefted me suspicious of my beloved's intentions. "Where does this misanthropic woman with her augmented thoughts leading me?" I began to wonder as I meandered in and out of consciousness.
"I need another drink!" she stated at me in a tone of apathy and contempt. "Well," I replied, "I think I do too. After you."
Before you knew it, we entered the bar through the front door. Pain and neon, strangers dying for the night.
The bar top had a smell of vomit and over indulgence.
Our paramount stage, I yelled, "Action!"
Too many shooters left me concerned about my beloved's intentions. "Why does this despairing woman with her queer heart lead me here?" I continually thought as she meandered in and out of consciousness.
"I need to go." she slurred to me in a vulnerable tone. "Well," I replied, "I think so too."
We waited in the rain for the cab. I looked into her pale jade eyes. We knew this would be the end, for now. She and the cab drove off.
My flask and I followed the neon home.
