Drunken Occasion

     To tell the truth – I laughed when she fell. Probably a little too loud as well. It serves her right for wearing heels on a night out. I looked back up the club's steps and met the gaze of a bouncer. He seemed to also find the drunken girl amusing and made no attempt to help. We shared a look lacking so much emotion that it felt almost inhuman and I turned away. My gaze this time fell upon my mistress of the previous two hours. She had finished on the phone and proceeded to explain that her friends had gone off to a different club; naturally she was going to leave me to find them. Shame. So I got her number before she went and walked back up the steps towards the club. After all, my friends, whom I had lost, were still in there. I hoped.

     The bouncer – Eastern European, I might add – held out his hand and stopped me going inside. My delayed and confused face must have looked a treat when I peered up to him with my exaggerated frown.

     “Too drunk” said he, so matter-of-factly I wasn't sure how to disagree with him. The fact I did argue with him must have meant I obviously was too drunk – but that's besides the point! I tried to rattle off some spiel about totalitarian bastards being able to get into our heads and judge us. But that probably wouldn't have helped my point, even if I hadn't slurred and fumbled every word. Still, I continued to argue my point that my friends were inside; I had just been inside myself and that I'm hardly going to cause trouble.

     “Look at me! I'm a weed! What am I going to do?” I said with my hands held up, presenting my less than impressive build. This, though, apparently didn't matter as it was still possible to start a fight. “But I'm a coward!” I shouted. Probably a little too loud as well. Though it did make them laugh. They let me in as well. Win!