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Originally posted by Shape Shifter
So I went out last night with some friends I knew from back when I was cool. We went to a place in Montrose, the sort of place where the patrons were amply tattooed and pierced, but reasonably well-dressed, though their taste tended a little too much to black for me. Sort of like goths without the gloominess. It was a pleasant evening and I spent most of my night on the upstairs patio with a magnificent view of downtown.
Feeling rather anonymous, I allowed myself to relax a little. I chatted with the promoter about the evolution of electronic dance music and club scenes in general and let the tequila shots my friend was buying with crisp hundies he'd won recently in a pool tournament in Las Vegas do their trick.
As we were leaving, however, I was recognized. It wasn't by a coworker, thank goodness, but by a woman who tends bar at a restaurant attached to my building. She expressed amazement to see someone who works in my building at that particular club. She asked me to start coming in for drinks on Wednesday nights and then we could go to the club together.
I was kinda drunk, but I remember her as being fairly attractive. Should I fuck her?
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Hmm. Was she the one in the center?
Oh, who am I kidding? Yes, do her from here 'till Tuesday. Then, of course, post here about it.
