Last Call

Last Call 2

It’s last call and I’m watching a pretty girl do ugly things.  I don’t like it, so I toss a fat stack on the belly of the bar.  She says she’s flattered but taken.  I ask if she loves him.  Hesitation screams the truth—the truth and plenty more.  “There’s no time for half-ass’in,” I tell her, “not in this world, anyway.”  Her focus shifts from my money to my confidence.  I have her and she knows it.  The two of us become one, and we skid the fuck out of dodge.  I don’t know what’s ahead, and I don’t care.  All I know is I’m in love, and the girl I love is clutching tight.  That’s all I need.  At least for now…

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