After hours
I left the bar really late late last night, with my stomach sloshing due too much scotch.
Before long, I heard steps behind me.
There, a really beautiful girl was standing, smiling at me.
She said: ‘‘Hi!’’.
Drunk as I was, I was trying to figure out who she was.
I could not remember meeting her before at the bar, but I had that strange feeling that I knew her from somewhere.
She told me: ‘‘You should not walk alone in these streets at this hour. It’s dangerous.’’
I said: ‘‘Really? I’ve never heard someone got mugged in this area before.’’
‘‘That’s not the danger’’, she replied.
‘‘The danger is that you are about to fall hard for me. At a price.’’
Me: ‘‘Yeah? What’s the price?’’
Her: ‘‘First your blood, then your soul.’’
Me: ‘‘My blood is poisoned with scotch and my soul is not mine to give.’’
Her: ‘‘Well, I love scotch and I’ll take care of your soul later. You just take me to your place, and I will show you how absent of life you have been so far.’’
So, I took her home where while she was drinking my blood off my neck, I was feeling her inside in a way I never felt a girl before.
That was the last thing I felt as a human.
Now she is teaching me how to really love the night life.
By the way, I still drink scotch, sometimes mixed with an strange brew of hers.