Lust next door
She glances at me,
“Let’s all go together. I am feeling a lot like fish and chips and very cheap beer.”
“I would rather not.”
She snorts, “Because I sound pretentious?”
I hadn’t realized she used a fake British accent, now I let out a little chuckle.
“No, I just feel like..”
“I am not letting you sit here and mope, you’re coming with us.”
And despite my protests, I am hit in the face with cold night air, and the smell of grease and very cheap beer.
I keep checking my phone, no response, and it’s well beyond closing time. Almost ten pm.
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