Wasted Thoughts
October 17th 2006 18:37
Ideally, a fiesta culminates with boozefest. It's an activity barrio people usually indulge in. Delle is definitely not a townspeople. But she enjoys trying to be one all the same. She gulped a number of shots tipsy spirits would rather not count. (Syempre!) The lady's surrounded with people from all walks of life, a male ramp model, two factory workers, a bummer, a saleslady, a japayuki and a government employee. She's trying really hard to enjoy the company of the bummer. But as the alcohol-tolerance gets strained, the trying gets harder than ever. Boozefest equals gabfest. Ola amiga, who's that muchacha? Further acquaintances farther the topic. Each gets the chance to be a laughingstock. But all the while, she never felt the appetite to laugh. He's tracing circles on her palm. He's stealthily hinting scenes of what's to come. She's surprisingly oblivious.
Are you there yet?," he murmured.
Batting her eyelashes, "No way!," she teasingly responded.
It's maltose kicking in.
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