trahern

So there's this salsa club I go to every now and then. Always Friday night, usually around a full moon. Being half Portuguese is probably the cause, every now and then I want to hear the beat. Oh, but I don't dance. I sit there, drinking vodka & orange with ice, and enjoy the vibe.

I'm an empathy vampire. I don't have dancy fun myself, I drink it up from everyone else. Some of the other patrons tend to find this a little odd. Some find it interesting. Some even decide to try and talk to me. I am amicable enough when this happens.

The downside is that, playing this game, I am sometimes burdened with the company I'd rather stop talking to. Last night, some guy starts talking to me about girlfriends, break-ups, make-ups and so on when all I want to do is flirt with the barmaid.

So all in all, last night was not much of a success. Oh, I drank my fill. But this guy was... unpalatable. And the fact that he tried to find out where I lived more than once raised a rather irritating flag, to boot. I don't mind playing, but there's pretending to be drunk, and then there's pretending to be drunk in order not to disclose information this guy has no right asking for.

Oh well, at least the owner has learned to predict when to get out the bigger bottle of vodka. And the barmaid knows what I drink, and tells me I drink too much of it. But I don't go there that often, so I think it's okay.

That said, I do avoid orange juice for about a week afterward.