the way things should be
"You're not supposed to hit a guy with glasses." I say, mostly joking. She only meant to tap my arm, but stumbled and fell into me, hard. I will have a bruise in the morning. Fortunately, I don't think I'm sober enough to remember how it got there in the morning. I open the door to the fridge and pull out a bottle of beer, opening it with the church key magnet. The bitter taste of the lager mixes with the Scotch and the blond's fruity lipstick on my tongue.
"You're wearing sunglasses," She pouts in retort, "at night."
She looks at me expectantly. I sigh, almost regretting bringing her back to my place. "It's bright in here." I take another sip. "You want a beer?"
"I want you to come over here." She pats the couch beside her. I take a deep breath and decide to smile. I set my beer on the coffee table and prepare to get lucky.
*i'm not happy with the last line, but I don't know how else I should say they're about to hook up*
"You're wearing sunglasses," She pouts in retort, "at night."
She looks at me expectantly. I sigh, almost regretting bringing her back to my place. "It's bright in here." I take another sip. "You want a beer?"
"I want you to come over here." She pats the couch beside her. I take a deep breath and decide to smile. I set my beer on the coffee table and prepare to get lucky.
*i'm not happy with the last line, but I don't know how else I should say they're about to hook up*