Broken Saints

Communist_Spy · Joined: 20 Aug 2002 Posts: 1908 Location: Tally, for now.

Here's the deal: we're all in a bar. Me, you, your favorite forum rats, your least favorite forum asses, and those four guys that brought us to this quiet corner of the internet globe (do spheres even HAVE corners?)
So write a fictionalized perspective of what goes on there. The only rules are that it has to stay in the confines of the bar, so even when the tentacles start raping everyone, they're raping everyone while the DJ spins music and the bartenders pour cheap drinks (they're obviously cheap drinks, or else how could you get all of us into one bar?) It doesn't have to follow anyone else's depiction.
Other than that, let the creative bones in your body wiggle and shit.

I'm in a bad mood. The only reason I came is that the flyer said FREE KEG TILL IT FLOATS and DOLLAR WELLS, that, and the back-brain nag that I'd really be disappointed if I didn't. The keg was floating when I got here and the wells really taste like they were dug from wells.
At the end of the bar is the best place for me, I think. The doors aren't far away for the quick getaway and I can watch everyone from a safe don't talk to me until I talk to you distance. I recognize the Couch Guy as the man with the near-empty glass talking to a short girl with a cute black bob, one of those striking beauties. Like a walking picture or a movie star. He was quite into talking with the short movie star girl so I didn't approach him. What would I say if I did? "Excuse me sir, I like your work" like he's some kind of surgeon or architect? No, I'll stay here with my dollar well in a bad mood.
Next to me a scene's playing out. A man with long hair and a mad-scientist look on his face is talking to a small group of people within earshot. He was quiet like a shy mouse when I came in; the empty glasses on the bar have him wailing like a banshee. He's talking about the peculiar role of language in human society and how the signified can never fully be understood through use of contemporary signifiers and that was why love can't be defined and besides language is not like history in that it can't be traced or found in fossils so how could we know where it originated or how, or how we came to embrace its failures to explain the meaningful moments in our lives for that matter. I'm too confused and far too sober to speak up, so I think I'll just let that madman take over the world or whatever else he's trying to do.
Two girls are on the dance floor twisting and bouncing and smiling to Tobias spinning "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" over the large speakers throughout the place. They seem a genuine brand of happy. I recognize them as Mooshou and Gups and might go say "Hi" but probably won't, on account of my bad mood and my dull sobriety.
The Saints I noticed as soon as I walked in the door. They were and have been crowded around a 1993 original Street Fighter II arcade machine and sound like whooping cranes beating the blood and guts out of each other, except whooping cranes aren't lunatic drunks and besides don't yell "Fuck" nearly as much.
Bigjact came in a little after me. He was wearing a shirt that said "Jesus died for OUR sins" with the OUR really big and prominent, emphatic. I remember thinking that that was ballsy of him, so I raised my drink but suddenly realized that wasn't the right salutation for the situation after all. That embarassment didn't help the mood I'm stuck in now.
A man walks in and maybe I'm starting to feel drunk, but I can't see his face for the life of me. He walks with a rigid upright posture to the center of the room and shouts "Nice place here!" and begins to pass out pamphlets on how to make your penis larger. I keep my pamphlet low so as not to be seen reading it before shoving it into my pocket. Suddenly, he's gone. I didn't hear him leave.
Saggio sits down next to me and doesn't seem in much better of a mood than I am. The bar being in California, the final frontier of final frontiers where everyone comes to find their dreams and die, Saggio can't drink. So I buy him a drink and pass it under the bar and drain what's left of mine and seek to put the dull buzz of contentment back into my brain and enjoy the rest of the night.
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Guppy · Joined: 20 Mar 2003 Posts: 5576 Location: bullseye, CA

While I am grooving to Tobias with Manda, shouting at her the music is "AWESOME" cause as usual we are a little too close to the speakers. Out of nowhere, DeathJester leaps on my shoulders, and shouts, "Guppy!!!! How's you?" and I responded while gaining my ground but still a bit woobly, " HI am having fun, you are a lot heavier compared to in the chat, gain some weight DJ?" We all laugh and DJ knowing we are about to fall over unto the stage, leaps off me and does a backspin on the floor. We all cheer and I just realized I have been served. "*click click*", Eggy replies as he takes photos of the situation. I head off the dance floor to score some refreshment-- asking Mooshie if she would like to come with in non verbal gestures, however she was distracted with The Ogre and CotC, dancing the night away. So I head towards the entrance cause I notice an opening at the near end of the bar, like I am a smart missle. Then, I bump into Damion and Motoko who just arrived, small chit chat and we order our drinks. We notice some old faces at the end of the bar and raise our glass to them, they respond. After we finished Damion and Motoko decided to head to the floor, while I chose to stay at the bar to observe the surroundings. I notice the saintly three still hogging the Street Fighter III, when I thought to myself, "Will they be there the whole night? I want some of that action." I shrug. Zero shouts from the dark corner booth, "Hey, I copywrited that." and continues to share spit with Zephie. I shrug again and order another drink. Then I notice the CA, Soo, Kim, and Justin in the middle both playing a drinking game, while sum_dum_guy passed out in the next booth while Zenphobia and stellarvisions were in the middle of an arm wrestling match. Finishing my second drink, BigJact enters my prepherial vision, I shout "Yo BJ!!!!", and he responds, " Shoot this must be Guppy, its packed in here!".
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Zenphobia · Joined: 20 Jun 2005 Posts: 1468 Location: US, Pennsylvania

As the knuckles of my right hand slowly make their way towards surface of the table chipped from decades of bottles rising, falling, and breaking upon the grain, I contemplate how to admit defeat gracefully or if at all possible, play off the loss as some fluke or joke.

My knuckles hit the table before I can think of anything.

"Good game," I say as stand, trying to escape further arm wrestling matches. Noticing Ange enter the room, I begin making my way towards her, thinking I could share some of West Virginia epiphanies with her and maybe have a conservation. Before I even begin my journey a horde of males surround her, all offering through own unique pick up lines. Defeated for the second time that I night, I make my way to an empty stool.

On my way past Manda on the dance floor I tap her on the shoulder and disapeer before she can spot me. I make a mental note to myself: "tell Manda 'Gotcha!'" and I sit down to order another drink.
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The Eggplant · Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:29 pm Post subject:

I had been trying to stay hydrated during the night. The dry, smoky atmosphere was continuously parching my throat. I head off to the quiet section where relief was awaiting. My backhand fist collides with the door as I push my weight through it and awaken at the putrid smell of urine and floor cleaner. The pungent, putrid whiff hits my nose once before I start breathing slowly through my mouth. I stand in front of a urinal, stare at the wall, and do my duty. I finish and back away letting the auto-flusher do its job. The smell of hand soap refreshes my sense of smell only for a second. There are no paper towels left. I settle for the hand dryer with my palms up watching heated, dirty air land on my hands. 30 seconds is long enough for me. The rest of the droplets have a new home on the sides of my pants. I head back out grabbing the top part of the handle and not the middle. The part that nobody touches. I think it's cleaner.

My brief silence is ended as I leave the double door acoustic chamber and back into the fray where the music is pumping and jiving in everyone's veins. The vibration of the bass leads me back to a seat at the bar. The bartender makes his rounds. I get a glass of beer. I look at my watch. I turn in my seat. I sit in my silence. I watch from the shadows. I wait.
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Mooshou · Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:56 pm Post subject:

"One more song," I say to myself, wiggling the good ol' rumpus with forum pals, spinning again once more to catch the mystery tapper.. and to find out where my shoes are- I have to go pee. Nah, I'll just go barefoot. The song ends and the background noise picks up with more musical rapture and vocal chattering. I make my way to the bathroom, passing my good ol' buddy Matt, and find a stall.. "ewww, no one knows how to flush anymore!" I unzip and... wait, you don't need to know this *keeps thoughts to herself*. Washing my hands never felt so good, the warm to cool water, the soap.. ah yes, the soap. I get back out to the crowd, skimming again to see who touched me for my curious mind will not rest. I see Laura gabbing away with a few people.. DJ, Matt (the Ogre), and Damion along with Motoko having a side conversation on the phone. *I wonder how those kidlets are doing* thinking to myself. I continue scanning the room for familiar "faces"..

I see Commie, chatting away in what seems most reasonable to be an indepth intellectual or just brain busting conversation about a global phenomenon with Jack and Brooke. My eyes move to the left and I see a familiar friend. *Waves at Elise* "LEESEE!!!" Nearly colliding one another, we hug and giggle at the dancers on the floor. I shout to Soo "Shake it!! WOOOHOO!!!", wow that rhymed. Distracted by Aaron, Elise runs off leaving me to once again stand and scout the room. I decide instead to get something to drink.. anything at this point, I'm so goddamn thirsty and hell, maybe it might ease my nerves. I grab a stool at the bar, "Smirnoff ice?" I ask the keep. Noticing to my right, there's a figure standing, staring straight at me. "Can I help you?", I grin and nearly wink for I know who this is. "Hmmm, maybe you can" he chuckles. I blush as my heart skipped a beat and offer the seat next to me and he quickly sits. No hug, no kiss, none needed... it's all in the stare. With the inability to unlock our gaze, I neglect to feel a pinch on my arm... until the next one almost tore flesh. "WHAT LAURA!! OWW!" She wants to go where? Where are we going? But I want to stay here... yes, I'll be good. Geesh... It's only... well I won't indulge these details. I shoo her off, seeing Ale and Justin grab her attention in another huddle. I look back to the seat on my right.. empty. Empty.. EMPTY! I get up quickly and search the room. Searching and searching... I don't see him. I can't find him.. he's... gone.

Again..
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ravin_13 · Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:56 pm Post subject:

"double rye and ginger, please" I take a sip after giving a cheers to all the forumers around me. I watch the antics unfold on the dancefloor. I look around and find a pool table, and start up a game. Finish my drink and on to the next, maybe something on tap this time. A few Forumers join me in the game and we play a variety of games, from cutthroat to to 9-ball. Damn, need another drink. Go outside, light one up. damn, eventhough I only smoke when I drink now, I gotta cut back even more.

The night is still young
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Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."

Rexfelum · Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:49 pm Post subject:

In the meantime, and in the background, and if I'm not mistaken, Commie left me to take over the world. That's very convenient, as I don't really care for bars, but wireless uplinks to global satellite networks can go wherever you go.

Truly a modern convenience.

Now will Tobias tone down that dang music, or at least put on some Quentin Grey?

--Rexfelum
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Evil_Sponge · Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 4:02 pm Post subject:

I can only watch people play video games for so long. Eventually, I wander away to get a refill from the barkeep. Been here all night, and I still don't know what I want to drink, since I can't get my Yeungling in California. I think I've tried everything on tap by now, but I can't remember the names of anything. I lean back against the bar sipping my newest foamy wheat concoction and survey the room.

There's lots of action on the dance floor, and they seem to be having a grand old time. But I'm not much into dancing, so I survey the room instead. I know I haven't talked to everyone yet, but I don't even recognize some of these people. I've chosen not to wear any Evil Sponge gear to this event, so I haven't had many people stop and chat with me either. The curse of anonymity. I thought I saw Couchie earlier, but he wandered off before I could be sure. There are people I want to talk to on the dance floor, but I'll wait until they've meandered away.

In the meantime, I wander over to the Ogre who, blue martini in hand, is chatting with a few regulars. Before I can reach that group, though, I spot Mindless wandering through the door. I wander over, and there's warm greetings abound. Laurel and Hardy have been once again reunited. To the bar we go, Tom needs a brewski. As we drink out beers, Ange charges over to us, bubbling over with the sheer excitment of it all. After a quick dry hump for us both, off she runs into the crowd.

From somewhere in the room, Psy spots us. With whip in hand and leather creaking, she makes her way over to share in the greetings. Winston follows along, whether out of desire to say "hi" or because he's attached to a leash is uncertain, but it's good to see them again in either case. We chat for awhile, until I happen to glance down the bar. Others see me staring and follow my gaze. They shoo me towards her.

Mere minutes later and I'm sequestered in an alley. Alone. The dumpster reeks, but I barely notice. I don't know if the door locked behind me, and at this point I could care less. I'm a fool. Couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but stare at her like an idiot. A group I barely noticed started to pull her away and I bolted. I glance up to see someone smoking, can't make out the face in the shadows here. We nod a silent greeting.

I drain my glass. I need more to drink. I need to get so totally sloshed that none of this matters. I'd still be a fool, but I wouldn't care.

I wonder if I can bring myself to go back in.
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Ange · Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:41 pm Post subject:

"Bitches, please" I said with a wave of my hand as I glided through a bulging crowd of manly men "No girls are on the internets."

Five seconds later, I tore off my clothing, revealing my awesome bra that can shoot bullets from the nipples, and screamed something offensive about the NAACP.

Who says I'm not the life of the party?

Guppy · Joined: 20 Mar 2003 Posts: 5576 Location: bullseye, CA

Bullets are flying with a sea of young male forumer fall like they were a blooming onion--but I wasn't focused on that--

I turn back, dig in my pocket for two shiny New Hampshire Quarters, insert in the slot... give my opponent the stare down of stare downs.. Street Fighter II baby.. I am silent just laughing off the ego fluffs coming out of his mouth... all I am focusing on is he is going to be trounced and pwned tonight. His fingers were tired from other petty challengers before who currently half-drunked talkin thier game... and all I reply is a huff-- what did thier game lead them--the loser circle thats what it lead them. TC as usual is asking if I would like tea before the game and complaining how Guilty Gear X is not available in the bar, cause oh he would so pwn us all even more so, this game is SOOO grade school, Pahleeeease...

Character Selection.

This fool has been using I would say abusing Blanka the whole night .. sucker. I do the random inny miny mo and select Guile. "Thats how I role."

The Game is on.

I start and play the defense this guy is already pulling out the moves-- its like he has mini seizures of the hands. Wiggle Wiggle-wack of the stick. I am already down half of my life-- WHAT the fuck was that??? So I return with some insane combos-- I was raised on this game from pizza party 1994 and on... we both only need one special to finish each other. TC you are so going down... and get that Tea out of my face, and where did everyone get the free samples of tramadol at?!? Anyway... back to the game... i warm up the fists of sonic rage... while I know he is making an aerial assualt.... he leaps and i hit it running....turn around he just missed me and i blast him... 3 seconds of silence... Blanka is down. I win... TC sighs and shakes my hand and i just give him a huge hug... cause he was TOUGH to beat... I was done with this... its time to get my Karaoke on...
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The Eggplant · Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:00 pm Post subject:

Couch Guy · Joined: 15 Nov 2001 Posts: 1937 Location: PA

Elemiah · Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:39 pm Post subject:

I wandered into the bar thinking I might meet some interesting new people. Unfortunately, I forgot about my social anxiety and instead went to the bar to knock down cheap shots of Viaka (the only way to hit rock bottom stupid and keep going). After having been cutoff by the barkeep, I grab onto the shoulder of some muscular construction worker and ask if I can scope his ares, forgetting about that last peril part which pertained to the repeated blows to my head as a reply. I passed out outside after having told him that he can't hurt me for I believe (which I guess alloted a kick to the temple).
In the morning I would come to find that Ange had given me a pillow on her way out (could've sworn I saw her nipples smoking), except that she had drawn a crude picture of the pokemon Jinx on it to make it look like she was making love to my ear.
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Evil_Sponge · Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:39 pm Post subject:

I'm back inside, chatting with Geno and Sushi. Quite the odd triumverate we make. I'm also a little drunk. My first act upon re-entering this fine establishment was to order a shot of tequilla and another beer -- that third one in from the left, with the yellow logo...that might have been a good one the last time I had it. I spot Couch Guy across the room and excuse myself from the conversation. By the time I make my way through the crowd he's vanished again. That sumbitch. I need more beer.

Back up to the bar -- second tap from the right, please. Ian siddles up and orders something by name. The hell? He's from a different country, how does he know what these are called? He looks over, sees me. We start chatting -- swapping Flash stories and development debacles. He jokes that I'm lucky I don't have a tyrannical overlord staring over my shoulder the whole time. I joke back that I'm my own tyrannical overlord, and I still have the artist making suggestions he can't really explain. We laugh. We drift.

I survey. Brooke's now surrounded by the heart-throbs and Rexfelum. Girls are swooning, Rex's questioning, and each are oblivious of the other. Andrew's trying to escape from Efraim, who's kindly explaining how much better he is at everything. Tobias is beginning to visibly sway while he's spinning the discs. Zero has disengaged his tongue long enought to talk to someone...hey, is that Megzy?

I meander. Mindless cathes up with me. Girl? What girl? Nah, that's not working out. Look, you know what? I just wanna have fun tonight. Let's drop it.

New beer, far left. A mild scuffle erupts on the floor when Mr.American takes a swing at Brooke. The is quickly broken up by PiSs, who irritates and distrats Mr.A .

Pan's husband's band takes the stage, and now we're groovin' to reggae. Fallen Angel, taking a break from the dancing, plops into the stool next to me. For a while, we just hang out and people watch. Occasionally, we'll just stare at someone and see how long it takes for us to freak them out.

It's fun. And I can almost forget about her.
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NarbYehoot · Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 2:52 am Post subject:

I don't even know how I found this bar, let alone how I made it to California in the first place. The story behind how I got here is one that would make Kerouac proud, but that's not important right now. All I had was a name, an address, a date, and a huge piece of luck; anything else is just unnecessary details. I could tell though, that when I showed up, I was a bit past fashionably late. Chaos was everywhere; it was on the dancefloor, at the bar, around the Street Fighter machine...wait is that really a Street Fighter machine?! Hey, it might not be something from Bemani, but I am sick and tired of Golden fucking Tee. Hold up one sec, I don't want to be migrating there just yet. My inner monologue pointed me towards the bar.

I head up to the bar and sit one stool away from Commie and Sag. I doubt they'll recognize me, but hey, here's hoping. I take a look at the whiskeys on the shelf and I can see Jack, Jim, Gibson's, and some cheap bottle I've never seen before. The bartender asks me what I want and I tell him to mix me up a cowboy. He looks at me like I asked him to come around to the side of the bar and give me head and I interject with, "It's one part whiskey, three parts milk. Make the whiskey Jim Beam." I swear, show me a man who knows what a cowboy is and I'll show you a liar.

After three of these concoctions with a new whiskey every time, I face the party around me. Half of the faces I sort of knew and the other half took some time to figure out. Ever since I walked in, I couldn't help but feel that I joined the festivities not a couple hours late, but three years too late. My gaze gravitated to a shirtless gal shoting something about how the NAACP wouldn't know civil rights if it slapped them in the face with its dick. After some intensive eye rubbing, I could recognize her as Ange. I instinctively went with my gut reaction and bolted out of my seat towards her. As I came within three feet of her, I wholehearted exclaimed, "Excuse me, but my name is Civil Rights, and I should let you know that my penis is not twenty inches long, but twenty-four!" Normally after such a remark, I found proper introductions necessary; this was no exception. I made note of my true identity and how I was quite the force on the forums back in the old days, and niceties were made. After this, I needed to make another trip back to the bar to prepare for more socializing.

My return to the drinking hole was heralded by a call of "Pint of Strongbow!" After treating myself to a hearty swig or two of my cider, I try to decide if I want to track down either Commie, Mindless, DJ, Sponge, or or anyone that'll welcome my insanity. Commie is the closest, so he wins by default. Commie appears to be locked into discussion with Saggio from what I can tell. I make my presence known with an invitation to snort a line of ants and "I don't know if you remember me very well, but I'm Narb." He gladly (from what I could tell) into their circle of discussion, and I did my best to interject with valid points when I could. I took in my fill of mind enriching discussion and politely excused myself mentioning how it's in my nature to explore, and I wass off again.

As of this point, I saw two pleasing possibilities: the dancefloor and the Street fighter machine. I had one problem though, I couldn't for the life of me decide on which one to choose. I dug a quarter out of my pocket and decreed to myself heads = SF2, and tails = moving my feet. i flippped the coin, caught it, and slapped it on my wrist. Heads, no good. I try it again, tails; didn't like that one either. One more time, I miss the coin and it goes rolling into the crowd. I chase after my coin, and next thing I know, I'm on the dancefloor and I can hear "I don't like reggae. I LOVE IT!" All I can figure is let the chips fall where they may, and i start putting all my weight on it.

Let the night happen as it may, just go with it.
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Solace · Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:42 pm Post subject:

I wasn't going to go. Too shy. Too old. Too out of synch with this scene. I haven't been to a bar in, well, let's just say a while. In the end it was curiosity that really got the better of me. How could I pass up the opportunity to answer so many burning questions at one time. There are things I need to know. Like, does the Ogre really only drink blue libations? Will Elise really run around yelling things that will possibly make me blush? And why is Couchie always disappearing before anyone can ever talk to him. And who is Spongey secretly in love with? Will the Angels be all sexy and fun at the same time? Will Brooke flirt with ALL the girls? Wait, Brooke WILL flirt with all the girls, but more importantly, will he actually wear leather pants in public? Can Sush' and Zeph really be as cute as I think they are? Will Laura and Manda make me laugh? Will Xan challenge anyone to a duel? I feel instinctively that he might. Will Richard ask questions all night and insist people call him --Rexfelum? Will he get annoyed when I call him Sexy Rexy instead? Will Mindless and Commie and Tobias get drunk and sing songs? Will anyone turn violent in a drunken rage, causing the night to end on a decidedly somber note? I have to know. The curiosity is killing me.
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Rexfelum · Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 3:48 pm Post subject:

I take time out of my cybernetic mind/satellite uplink to note a few things.

First, Zephie would probably be proud of us for this thread. (Hmm, Wordslingers . . . )

Second, that karaoke night in Vancouver was probably the only other time I've been in a bar bar in my life.

Third, I have no idea what people think of how I keep milking these same photos month after month.

Fourth, Solace rules. I give her a cookie.

--Rexfelum
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Mooshou · Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:14 pm Post subject:

The crowd thickens as the young and old, new and ancient filter in.. tap, don't dry out on me now. Grabbing a cup of something, my mind circles. Confusion is nothing new, but I must figure out what's going on.. curiosity's never killed this cat. I start to stand around, I see the stools are full, the side tables occupied... dance floor once more? Hmmm, maybe...

My insecurities rush like blood to the surface. Did it just get hot in here? I need a breather... I walk outside, careful to stay near the door and near others. Leaning up against the wall I close my eyes and try to think of nothing. Just let go of all thoughts and queries, taking the deepest breath to regain courage to walk up to some in that place. That place.. this place... here. They... a couple of them. Well maybe.. I still don't know. I'll play it safe for now, just find Laura or Ale.. I walk back into the bar, our bar, scanning the room for someone. I see the different cliques here and there, to my left and right and all around. I see one chatting with another. Yeah I know that other. Too bad, eh? I see a few more, and I wonder.. I just wonder. Nah, not yet.

The night is still young.
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ravin_13 · Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 11:05 pm Post subject:

Put out my smoke and head back inside. "Scotch, on the rocks, Scapa if you have it, or Johnnie Walker Black." Head over to the lounge chair and let the music permeate my brain. A few people come over to the couch beside me, we talk. this and that, life stories, BS wisdom, and how we came to this place without going into debt evenmore. Lean back, take a sip, savour the taste...... no, not yet, still too early

The night is still young
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"They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."

Evil_Sponge · Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:34 pm Post subject:

"Almost" suddenly becomes "can't possibly." I don't know what triggered it. Perhaps it's the refilled beer. Maybe I saw her, or maybe it's a continued lack of seeing her. But I think it's something closer to an epiphany. Right now, I'm sitting beside Susan and having a grand old time. She's very hot, but...but I know that, even if we hang out all night, this is all we'd do -- all I'd want to do. Laugh, carry on -- two islands of random crazy in a sea of minglers. On any other night, that would be a good time. But this was not what I'd planned, not what I hoped for. And not, I think, what we'd hoped for. Right now I could be staring deep into her eyes -- not saying anything, simply enjoying the nearness, unspoken thoughts and feelings passing between us. Which, in the full throes of the epiphany, I realize we had been doing at the bar earlier.

Fuck! What have I done?!

Soo's asking me what's wrong. I mutter some excuse or another, get another beer -- just pick one -- and vault into the crowd. I search madly, but I can't find her. Dammit, I'm two feet taller than everyone else, I should be able to spot people easily. Did she leave? No, calm down, Sponge. Remember that there are somehow over a thousand people here in this bar. While some of them might be brutally fucking Brittney Spears in that back corner, most of them are roving about the main floor. Lots o' faces to search through. The night is still young. Yes! The night is young, she's here somewhere. The night is young.

The statement of the night's relative age repeats in my head like a mantra. Someone calls my name, I look around but can't see anyone obviously talking to me. Oh, hey Jules! Sorry I didn't see you down there. Why don't you stand up, ha ha. Yeah, I'm an ass. Hey gotta run.

The night is young. Still can't find her. Of course! Her friends pulled her away! Or started to...should've stuck around to find out. Or joined in. Either way, that's the key. Find the friends and I'll find the girl.

the night is young find the friends the night is young find the friends

Yes, the evening is still young. But I begin to feel it aging as a question creeps through the mantra. A question that come from the realization that I never got a good look at the group that pulled her away.

Find the friends, yes. But who are they?
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