So a friend and I hung out in little five a few nights ago for the purpose of watching her friend's band. I don't often go to little five to party because it's just not my 'scene'. I'm not really into the whole dirty pbr drinking hippy thing.
Anyways, when we arrived there weren't many people there. Maybe....15. I felt like it was going to be a pretty lame night, but I'd stick it out. I went and ordered a stoli o shot from the bar and sat perched to people watch. There were some interesting characters in there. From the far-too-old to be here creepy guy to the heroin skinny skanky girl with her douche-bag boyfriend, quite an odd assortment. And then the dancing. Hipsters dance like epileptic squirrels.
So about 2/3 way through the night some northern accent having asshole comes up to me and starts making conversation. He buys me a few drinks (YAY) and proceeds to talk my ear off about his baby mama up in Detroit and blah blah blah. About 30 minutes into the conversation he asks me if I want to do some coke. What is with guys at the bar/club approaching me with coke. Do I look like a fucking coke addict? Anyways I partook in the snorting of said coke (which wasn't that awful) which must have caused the guy to think he had the right to suck my face off. I not-so-politely declined stating that 'I have no idea where your mouth has been'.
You think I'm going to fuck you because you gave me some drugs? Fuck off. Yeah, that's all really.
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