"You were the sexiest dancer there tonight,"
She yells across the room,
"When you move your body, it looks so right,"
Her flirting voice, a boom.
I thank her and my heeled feet swing
to silence the giggles of friends,
who sit across from me,winking,
still dressed to entice and offend.
"Darkschoir blows my mind,"
Deb sighs, reliving the DJ's beats.
"Can you believe what he does with time?"
It's four am, at least.
The hour is clear in my body's mind,
my feet and muscles are sore.
My head throbs in the country-western whine,
The price of being hardcore.
"This place can't compare to Denny's,"
Ryan's disgusted with his food.
"And I refuse to leave her a penny,"
We consent; the waitress was rude.
After limping through the parking lot,
To shiver in the car,
We each lament, in private thoughts
That home must be so far.
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