the Bar.

High as a kite you were, or I was? I don't can't remember anymore. Lips pressed together for a second. Lips pressed to bottle openings more substance is needed. Slipping past my lips the cool feeling of something warm in my stomach. Shifting my weight from one foot to the next and back again in a rhythm. Ears hearing more than just music but snippits of conversations from the surrounding people from the person right in front of me and nodding and smiling and swallowing and I need another drink because I'm just not there yet. One more drink. Take me home, take me home, take me home is all I can hear echoing from inside my chest.