The music grew softer after 'Last Call' was announced, and drunken tavern patrons slowly stumbled outside into the night.
Danny sauntered up beside me, with his planned bed-mate by his side.
"I'll be right back," he slurred, before dashing to the bathroom.
After surveying his prize, I shook my head; he'd reached a new low.
"What's taking him so long?" she impatiently whined, her cold sores showing through her spotty make-up.
"If John Thomas isn't hearing a sincere, protracted apology, then I'm betting your date's passed out," I replied, bluntly.
"Who's John Thomas?" she asked.
"Certainly not mine."
Peter Muscutt over 4 years ago
Can we add a comedy 'boom tish!" sound to the end of this? Great drabble - made me chuckle.
Drew Martyn over 4 years ago
Haha! Wonderful, this has made my night (and... um... bought back a few painful memories lol). Tremendous drabble.
D.M. over 4 years ago
Brenda Evans over 4 years ago
The ending went over my head the first time. Then it was like ... o, O.