not making any promises
i look over at laura one last time. notice she's got a friend with her now. boyfriend. or other. very scary regardless. has white face paint and lipstick on. hair in huge pointy mohawked spikes. lots of piercings. yes? i think laura's probably a little too freaky for me? let's just forget about her.
i turn my attention to katie. her and becca are still talking. they're ready to leave but they're both a little too tipsy to drive. or to want to drive. katie re-iterates her previous offer, "if you take me out for some food, i'll let you stay at my place. unless you don't want to? it's your decision. i don't want to tell you what to do..." i begin to give in. "well, where would you want to go for dinner?" "mmm... how about frontier (a 24hr mexican diner)?" "so, let me get this clear... if i buy you dinner you'll let me stay at your place for the nite?" "yes. unless you don't want to?..."
i'm starting to buckle. really don't know why i'm resisting at all? she senses that. talks it over with her sister while finishing her drink. "i'll drive with jamie and meet you there. you take my car..." i interrupt, "woh?! wait a minute. i didn't know my car was part of the equation here? there's no room in my car. all my shit is in it. i can't fit another person..." "what? what equation? your car doesn't have to be part of the equation?"
i'm a little confused. not sure how all this is going to work out. they're a little too drunk to drive. and i don't have room in my car for more passengers. turns out a friend of becca's can drive them home if necessary. i'm still confused though. katie and becca are talking in circles. who is going where? in whose car? with who? when? now? how? in whose car? where? i'm starting to drift off. then katie looks at me with those eyes. you know, those eyes.
"well?"
"listen. let's just get some food and you stay at my place..."
(okay. i surrender. i just need to know one thing...)
"this is probably going to sound a little offensive. but are you offering anything other than just... 'letting me stay at your apartment'?" she blushes. smiles. then carefully chooses her words...
"well, you can sleep in my bed but i can't promise anything will happen."
(sounds good enough for me. i'll take it!)
"well, i think i can make some room for you in my car."
i turn my attention to katie. her and becca are still talking. they're ready to leave but they're both a little too tipsy to drive. or to want to drive. katie re-iterates her previous offer, "if you take me out for some food, i'll let you stay at my place. unless you don't want to? it's your decision. i don't want to tell you what to do..." i begin to give in. "well, where would you want to go for dinner?" "mmm... how about frontier (a 24hr mexican diner)?" "so, let me get this clear... if i buy you dinner you'll let me stay at your place for the nite?" "yes. unless you don't want to?..."
i'm starting to buckle. really don't know why i'm resisting at all? she senses that. talks it over with her sister while finishing her drink. "i'll drive with jamie and meet you there. you take my car..." i interrupt, "woh?! wait a minute. i didn't know my car was part of the equation here? there's no room in my car. all my shit is in it. i can't fit another person..." "what? what equation? your car doesn't have to be part of the equation?"
i'm a little confused. not sure how all this is going to work out. they're a little too drunk to drive. and i don't have room in my car for more passengers. turns out a friend of becca's can drive them home if necessary. i'm still confused though. katie and becca are talking in circles. who is going where? in whose car? with who? when? now? how? in whose car? where? i'm starting to drift off. then katie looks at me with those eyes. you know, those eyes.
"well?"
"listen. let's just get some food and you stay at my place..."
(okay. i surrender. i just need to know one thing...)
"this is probably going to sound a little offensive. but are you offering anything other than just... 'letting me stay at your apartment'?" she blushes. smiles. then carefully chooses her words...
"well, you can sleep in my bed but i can't promise anything will happen."
(sounds good enough for me. i'll take it!)
"well, i think i can make some room for you in my car."
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