Daniel’s mouth puckered at the corner. Figured. He watched her collect the tokens with no particular animosity. He was man enough to admit that terrible judgment and the unkind wheel of fate had taken his cash, not the lady who smelled like lime juice. He leaned closer and said, “You know what that chip represents? My refrigerator getting re-purposed as a coat closet.” As her fingers closed around another chip, he added, “That one there, that’s the light in the bathroom.”
He imagined himself pissing into the laundry basket on accident.
He sat back and stretched his arms overhead. Daniel wore a blue cotton t-shirt. The undersides of his biceps were pale and lined with veins the same color. When the beer came, he saluted the waitress with it and knocked some back. He listened to the amber liquid bubbling up the bottle neck.
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on 2013-09-06 06:15 pm (UTC)He imagined himself pissing into the laundry basket on accident.
He sat back and stretched his arms overhead. Daniel wore a blue cotton t-shirt. The undersides of his biceps were pale and lined with veins the same color. When the beer came, he saluted the waitress with it and knocked some back. He listened to the amber liquid bubbling up the bottle neck.