Having A Coke With You By Frank O'hara นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What would you both like to drink?” “Vodka,” Grace said, without a moment’s hesitation. “Please.” He grinned. “I think we’ll get along just fine.” * * * The whiskey and coke Cyrus had encouraged me to try warmed my belly, and smoothed over the fractures in my heart caused by the mention of my Dads as we settled in a booth with Grace and Isabelle. Some of the more adventurous couples had made a move onto the dance floor, but most had formed small groups with old friends and stood around talking and drinking. Lively chatter filled the air, blurring with the Grease soundtrack that poured from a CD player hidden in a rusted jukebox.

Lana brags with a smile. "Okay, what should I get you ladies?" Hendrix is up and ready to leave. I had alcohol, and it was already altering everything for me. I had to play it safe, so while everyone was shooting out drinks with weird names, I was patiently waiting for my turn, and when Hendrix stopped at me, I said my order out loud. "A Diet Coke for me," I say, and everyone at the table looks up at me as if I had just said rubbish.

" Sure, I thought, maybe when the crowd was comprised of strangers. "Thank you, really," I smiled, pushing my hair back. "Can you fetch me a rum and coke? Dark. And a bit heavier on the rum. "Absolutely."

Levi remarked through his chuckle as Maverick made his way across the room and disappearing into the white wooden door before reappearing only seconds later. “You like Coca-Cola, right?” he asked outstretching his hand and offering me a can. “I do thank you” I smiled at the sweet gesture as I took the can from him, cracking it open and swigging a large gulp to rid the bitter taste that lingered on my tongue from the grape soda.

I could not help but blurt out a cold laugh at Flora. Flora's tender expression froze on her face as she stared at me, stunned. She asked awkwardly, "Vincent, why are you... Why are you laughing?" I shook off her hand and answered in a nonchalant tone, "I'm laughing at how you make everything about yourself. Yes, I did have a crush on you once. When we were kids, you truly were nice to me. But even when we hit our teens, you never kept any distance or set any boundaries. You strung me along for years.

Since this is my closure with him, having a little drink to end the night won’t be that bad. His face lit up, and he nodded eagerly, quickly exiting his car and walking up to me. We stepped into the house together, and as he settled onto the couch, I made my way to the kitchen. The familiar sound of ice clinking in a glass brought back memories. "You still love Coke, or should I get you a wine?" I asked, recalling how much he enjoyed a cold Coke "I'll take the Coke; you know I can't resist that," he called out from the living room, his voice carrying a playful tone.

"Yeah! Don Bad. Yo! Ladies from this moment, you call him Don Bad; thank you." Loud and I had only heard about xanax from my favorite artist (Youngthug) but we never saw or had it; with the help of my Italian business partners I was able to get a package of it. Loud opened a carton inside the thick 'Bendez' nylon he arrived with and pulled out a bottle of liqueur. "And I gat this for you fam. They call it the American Honey." "Wow! Thanks a lot fam. You gat to open it and take a sip."

"Tacos *and* coffee? You're spoiling me. Next thing I know, you'll be writing sonnets about my charcoal smudges." "Already started," I deadpanned, though the image lodged in my mind: verses scrawled in the margins of my own sketchpad, lines about the way her fingers left shadows on paper, echoes of the ones she carried inside. "Sonnet XLII: Ode to the Stubborn Stain. It rhymes with 'pain' and 'again'."

and crawled till we reached the end. My heart is running as if it will break out of my ribcage. With a last long chug of coke and we were one. Hell, yeh rich bi*ch. You're going down.

She quickly averted her gaze and headed towards the bathroom stalls. __ Sunny walks out of the stall to find the bartender leaning against the wall in a seductive way with remnants of white powder on her nose. The bartender looks at Sunny as she fixes her Bra strap and asks, "Do you like to party?" Sunny smiles and responds, Actually, I do. I'm always up for a good time." The bartender then dumped out some cocaine on the counter and swept it into a small, thin line with her credit card. She then looked at Sunny with a smile as she said, "Here you go."