Liquor Store Verse
They were in their late twenties.
He had no business being with her.
She was a jewel. Tall, blonde, red dress…tangerine nail polish.
Finely crafted. But it all fell to pieces the second she spoke.
They were two people that I would describe as “wretched human beings.”
Whether or not that was really true was none of my business.
I overhear him talking to her. “Baby I can’t wait to get you and Sandra drunk… On the boaaat.”
He pulls her close. “What happens on the boat stays on the boat, right baby.”
She sneers and pushes him away and says, “Stop.” And not playfully.
At the register he puffs his feathers up for her. “Oh man, 370 dollars of booze,” he exaggerates the number by 40 more dollars, she doesn’t take notice.
He repeats himself to make sure all can hear. “Do we really need 370 dollars of booze?”
An awkward pause
“I need the booze,” She responds dryly.