![]() ![]() My eyes aren’t exactly my most reliable source right now and the dark lighting makes it that little bit harder. I hold onto him as he pulls me over to Darryl, who sits on a purple looking couch-or maybe it’s pink. “Maybe not.” His warm hand engulfs my elbow. If only there were two of him…the things I would do…He smiles down at me, amused, and I realize I haven’t responded to his question. My eyesight sways and I see two of him before they merge back into one. ![]() He’s had as many shots as I have, but he seems hardly affected by the alcohol, unlike me. “Do you want another?” Seth shouts into my ear and I look at him over my shoulder. I love the atmosphere and the way excitement and anticipation hangs heavily in the air. Wherever it is, it’s loud, filled with people and exotic dancers in tiny cages and glass boxes. ![]()
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