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Show 185 a cage to the right of that. I liked that the margins of the bar were clearly demarcated by no lighting at all, and I tried to steer Amy toward that shadowy area, but it ended up we were meeting people there in addition to Heidi, information not given to me until that time. "Our" table was on the bright lip of the dance floor, and Amy introduced me to "Wendy," "Kate Lefty," "Big Pimpin'" and "Heidi." They were drinking vanilla-flavored vodka and Coke as well colorful vials containing shots called Wet Pussy that one of the bartenders was carrying around. There was a hurricane of glasses with black straws sticking out of them all around the table. Of Wendy, I didn't leam much except that she had cramps and was having a shitty day. I asked her, "How's it going?" She said, "I have cramps and I've had a shitty day." I said, "Oh. Sorry." And she said, "Oh are you? Are you sorry?" Then I said, "I think I'm going to get something from the bar." I moved through some bodies and placed my hands on the bar waiting for the bartender to notice me. After a couple seconds, someone grabbed my right hand and was examining it like an artifact. I looked at him. "You know, I'd suck your dick in about a second," he said, actually snapping with the hand not touching my hand. "I would, " the man at the bar said, as if I were staring in that kind of disbelief. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I was just used to more traditional greetings, and this was simply the way some people introduced |
