Thirsty Thursday. In an alcohol induced haze. The gin and tonic caressing your mind, shielding it from worries. An endearing peaceful smirk inches across your face. Footsteps coming closer. She looked up. Damn, another awkward drunk trying to get laid.
"so I noticed you smiled at me."
Seriously? What is with these guys so cocky that they think every glance or alcohol induced smirk clearly has to have been directed at them.
"so why are you sitting alone?"
"'cause I prefer it" (and I prefer you to catch the hint and go away). She smiled to herself about her recent thought.
"you have a gorgeous smile."
"oh?".
He obviously wasn't catch the hint. And now she had to endure his awkward flirting. It was painful to watch, like a train wreck, but there's nothing you can do when you're the one strapped to the train tracks. She looked down at her drink suddenly aware of how empty it was.
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