....that she can be in a crowded room and she's so alone? She would tell her friend this, but her friend would just light up another smoke and dismiss any serious talk.
They should make it legal to smack people if they're annoying. Would she smack her friend? Nah, probably not. But that's only because her friend was previously in an abusive relationship. God, that brings back memories. She sighs and almost rolls her eyes. It's time for another drink. But bathroom break first. She tells her friend to "hold that thought". Good thing for bathroom breaks.
At the end of the bar sits a man she thinks she recognizes. "Thinks" is the key word here because she seems to see a lot of people she recognizes. She chaulks it up to probably meeting these people in a past life. Or maybe it was just a previous drink encounter. Oh well, fuck it. Does it matter anyhow?
She sits on the toilet and reads the bathroom walls. She's been in this stall a hundred times but always seems to find something new. This time she reads a note written in lipstick on the wall that says, "for a good time call Sara @ 699-0959." Maybe she should call this Sara being as her company for the night just isn't that entertaining. Nah, Sara probably has the looks and the brains so it's probably jealousy. What a waste of some lipstick! She flushes, washes her hands and goes back to her table hoping her friend decided to become more interesting...
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