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Your shirt was red and cream and collared in that frat boy way.
You would've been a frat boy if you would've gone to college.
I don't know what it is you do,
in that way we twenty-something's do something for a living or at least for a while.
I know I asked and you replied, but I wasn't listening,
My attention focused on the drink you placed in my hand.

Bitch.
I didn't drink it.
I just wanted you to buy it.
I slipped the cherries into Stephanie's mouth and
held the drink like an accessory.

You kissed my cheek again and again and again.
I don't remember feeling a thing, except a pang when we passed the bus station.
Vodka was cheap and the glass decanters were next to me.
You were pressed against me and there was enough aftershave
on your face to close every pore.

I poured the drink out the window and you bought another one
At the next bar.
Bitch.
I didn't drink that one either.
Secretly sipping water from a cup hidden behind your back.

Your best friend licked my arm and asked for betting advice.
I grabbed his sidekick, blackberry, phone? And texted some obnoxious response
to the recipient.

How far could I go?
What would you guys let me get away with?
Everything and more.
Cock tease, bitch, cunt.
All that and more.