I clutched my purses close to my side, and shuffled quickly beneath the black street lights, holding my breath till safely inside the door of Matilda’s bar.
I descended the dimpled metal stairs and passed the neon blue headless figure pinned to the wall.
Lailaw was utilizing the stock of candles that usually adorned the bars and tables on weekend nights to bring the room back to life in golden candle light.
I ordered a drink, a house special, Margarita, and chatted while waiting for Furry (my roommate and friend from 7th grade Amanda).
I ordered a drink, a house special, Margarita, and chatted while waiting for Furry (my roommate and friend from 7th grade Amanda).
Lailaw pouring shots.
I dig her hat.
Pyro.
When the lights came back on.
I’ll let you interpret this one.
I’ll let you interpret this one.
Pizzeria at the end of the night.
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