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Straddling a bar stool

and trying not to tip over.

Already wasted after a drink

and a shot of pink vodka

I look over.

Deep into your sea blue eyes

and your shirt smelling of axe cologne.

We make eye contact and I smile.

You wink slightly and turn away.

We've made a connection.

You begin beer pong with 3 others
but my attention is on you.

As you lift your shirt

and give us all something pretty to look at.

I walk by you on my way to the bathroom.

Your hand shoots out and grabs my butt.

It squeezes it.

You're drunk.

But I like it.

I shuffle out of the bathroom and onto my stool.

I start to fall.

You catch me.

But your hand grazes my boob.

and grips my ass again.

You're gross.

But I like it.

It's time to go have to get home.

Your drunk... but your driving.

But first you smoke a cigarette.

Wrapping your arms around me and my friend

you call me hershey

I call you vanilla ice cream.

You say you want some hot fudge on your sundae.

You're gross.

But I like it.

You kiss my forehead.

Then my temple

then the corner of my mouth before we all get in the car.

Me, you, my friend, and your unofficial girlfriend.

She seems upset but I barely care.

I lick my lips

I taste Budweiser... beer pong... and you.

Weird combination

And Kind of gross.

But I like it.