“So lets make tonight the night we press hard against each other.”
He leans over on the bar like a sailor,
he’s only drunk looking for stability,
but he comes off as cool as an ocean breeze, which
he’s never felt.
“Your in rare form.”
She squeezes her delicate long legs together in excitement
“There’s no such thing as rare, there’s only new”
the language is awkward to him
proliferation threw boozes obliteration he thinks for second
“Yeah?”
“I’m… living life in epiphanies now.”
She leans back hard, sucks in,
and breaths out decisions .
“You should press hard against Taylor”
He puts both elbows on the bar,
ocean breeze to a Midwest jet-stream in one motion.
“Id be upset if it wasn’t for your hesitation,
are you testing this out”
Her porcelain hands grips his arm with peculiar strength.
“Its just, I’m beautiful and she’s a bit… haggard. So you men all go after me, first at least, so I’m sending you her way, to make her feel chosen and lessen the tension of resentment”
He smirks and looks at her in the eyes.
“Fine, but its your touch ill be thinking about, this white hand on my tan arm”
She grips tighter, he slides away.
“Were are you going?”
Facing the door the back of his head says
“My bed. See you there”
The door closes. Chatter continues. Eyes fallow delicate legs as they stroll out the door.
As well.
