Tie

I know you…

Can’t be

Hey…. weren’t you playing at Soulz last semester?

uh-oh, here it comes

Girl, you just freakin’ destroyed the last song! I was like…

Ya ya yeaa… I don’t give a rat’s…

… and Nat was like “she can’t be more than 18! Dressing all red ann…..

It’s 21.

Whuh?

I said, I’m 21.

Oh. You’re much youngeee….

Please, just leave. I’ve had enough, can’t you see I’m really not in the mood to ‘chat’ abou…

Well. My little sister thought the red tie was cute. I mean,

You brought your little sister to a pub at Crossway?  She’s what…? 15? 14?

Oh, Boomer (he’s the jockey up front) ‘kay with it, as long as Macy (my sis) is there for the performance and keeps to the back row… it’s not her first time ‘kay?

I mean you’re not going to rat out on her now would…

okaaaaaaay… I guess… I should mak…

she liked the tie, eh? Heh.

erm… yea. All ‘Avril’ thingee… as I recall…

Guess something good did come out of it all. Heh.

Well… look’it the time… my ride’s here… gotta go… you just enjoy your, erm… drink there… seriously, it wasnt’ bad… just not up my groove, … style… whatever…

It’s evian.

Cya!

….

….

freakin’ town ain’t up my style. Sigh…

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