Two Dandy Daddies For Christmas
someone whispered into my ear, their breath harsh against my skin, the strong smell of alcohol saturating the air around.
I pulled away, leaning an arm against the counter.
They were four girls, and they looked wasted. I didn't want to get in trouble with them. So, I stood up and started walking away.
"Get back here, thieving bi*ch. How dare you want to f**k the pole man before us!"
Their voices disappeared with the loud music behind me.
Walking briskly between the crowd, I decided to head outside to calm my head.
Outside was lonely, and dark.