"So," I sidled up to the bar at Fiesta Cantina in West Hollywood, draping my arm across the muscled shoulders of a fellow patron. "Wanna give me your other beer?"
I grinned impishly as his eyes met mine.
"No."
"- Oh -" It took me a moment. "Ah -" I began to chuckle, "Well -" slinking backwards. "Yeah. Have a good night, then."
Eesh, I grimaced exaggeratedly, cartoon-like, at my friends who only shook their heads, continually beguiled by my gumption as they are.
Beats me why he didn't bite, though. I suppose I wasn't as obvious with my intentions as I had been when shirking my shirt at the same ho hole on Halloween a couple months prior.
Dios sabes he wouldn't have been able to resist that lust beckoning belly.
No matter. "ON TO THE NEXT!" I always trumpet. And were I a less prideful man, a more timid social swashbuckler, I could take advantage of the two-for-one beverage special myself and double fist my sorrows off the plank.
2 comments:
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haha. i would have gone with the drinks!!! :-P
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