"Wait a minute, THIS ISN'T THE KARAOKE PLACE!" Wesley, an old friend from California, slurred as he stumbled out of the car.
"Whaaa? You already said you didn't want to go to one. What kind of a friend would I be if I did something you said not to do?!"
I'm a horrible friend. We were totally outside a…
I deleted Alanna's number the next morning.
I've seen fools trip over themselves, toss logic out the window, and let stupidity take the driver's seat while they succumb to their siren's calls. The sweet nothings that flow so effortlessly from the dancer's mouths enchant these drunken buffoons to dispense the cash right out their pockets. Case-in-point, two of my…
"No way in HELL." I protested.
I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair to denote my firm, moral stance. The loud chattering of fellow gamblers, the cheering of the fortunate but few winners, and the incessant beeping and booping of the slot machines had the first floor of the MGM Grand bustling with life.
Five of my friends…
"Oh my god, I just want him to handcuff me and fuck the shit out of me."
The comment didn't faze me in the least bit. In my past few visits, I've picked up on Alanna's unabashed sense of self. Every opinion, every thought, every philosophy she verbalized through her rose-petal pink lips were said with such conviction that it…
The lights bordering the rim lit up in a danger-red hue. The basketball slammed against the backboard and ricochetted off in a random direction following a feeble last-second shot attempt. It was half-time.
Alanna had pushed away her plate of half-eaten wings and excused herself. I guessed to wash away any evidence of the less-than-ideal dietary choice she had…
I found myself perched atop a black stool, hands resting on the cold surface of the bar. My glass of eighteen year-old scotch was keeping me company while my eyes were fixated on the television screen. The most incredible Playoffs in the last ten years was taking place, and I couldn't have been more ecstatic. I could've caught the…
