Love After
One for my ass and one for my feet.
And that is how the night went. Wondering in and out, visiting with people, and taking shots. The last band was finished, and the crowd was getting thin. I was once again perched on a stool crowd watching. Z slid up beside me and gave me a hug.
“Are you having fun, Love?”
“I am.” I say with a sloppy smile.
“Are you good to get yourself home? It’s just, well everyone is going back to the house to party and I was going to go with them.”