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“Nah, nah, nah-- Dude, that one’s going to her, man.” Philip clearly motioned over towards the one girl who had just settled to the bar. He had noticed when she came in-- he had a fairly good memory when it came to faces, even if he was slightly out of his mind half the time.
You think the constant drinking, or drugs would mess with his brain. And, well, you’d be right. But somehow, he still functioned half decent.
“You see, the one with the hair and whatever. Yeah, yeah-- That drink’s for her.”
Philip had happily finished off his fourth beer, and previously to this, a big fat joint all in celebration of 4/20/20. So, saying that he was in a good mood would be a pretty accurate description.
“Hey-- Grocery girl, hope you like that drink. Made specially for you, baby.”









