Indecipherable Behaviors

Thumping music, fluorescent glowsticks, pacifier chic. Club kids in full regalia stream past her on their way out into the cool and mundane night. “Where now? Denny’s? Rope swing?”

“Boring.” He takes a long drag from his cigarette. “You got any Molly left?”

“No.”

“Boring.”

There is an awkward pause, which she fills by snapping her fingers to the rhythm of the music leaking from within the brick building. Then, she says, “We could find a bum and beat the shit out of him.”

He looks at her with confusion. He flicks the cigarette away. “We did that last night.”

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Title by: Magpie
Story by: David

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