You call a friend; he’s busy but “this weekend for sure dude”. Instead you end up at dinner with his sister, some of your friends (who are also his friends, and one of whom is dating his sister), and some of her friends.
Tomorrow is a professional day, no school! A ripe time to covertly consume a few sips of our sixteen dollar a pitcher honey lager. Could you order me a strawberry margarita please?
The dining establishment we are at serves Greek food/cuisine. I’m broke and the girls hand feed me a bit of souvlaki for two reasons: one, I cannot afford my own sustenance and two, the plate is not located within my realm of reach. They don’t hand feed me in the way that the Greek bourgeois may have eaten grapes, but still they hand me the food and this is enough to let my mind sensationalize things.
There’s a band covering Bob Marley, though they still raise their glass and shout “OPA!”.
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