she is blazed. the most blazed she has have ever been. and out of indifference, and a curious intrigue in riding the bus, she hops on with the rest of them. we arrive on a central summer night in this fucking city she loves so, and she's starving. always has been, always will be. as usual, she ends up at the boys table - the boys club, and as they voice their oder for the greasy grub, she responds to a call from the other side - the girls table. a group of teenage girls who think she's just the coolest. they offer her a cigarette, and she begrudgingly accepts. with her gaze focused on a blur between the edge of a table, and a chair leg, she exhales, drowning out the noise of youth and laughter, trying to stupidly breath in the summer air like it's a cigarette. it's not. she catches a look at the corner of her eye, and group of men are staring straight at her. she has caught the words, "i could stare at her all day." and like an animal who hears a noise in the woods, she is startled.
"yeah, YOU" they say.
the tables surrounding her quiet at this new, disruptive and loud development.
her friend from the boys club is looking directly at her with a stupid grin on his face.
"i am sorry," the first man of three says, "but you are so hot."
in her drugged stupor, she pretends he has said the words, "stone cold fox" and elongates her naked legs.
"really, truly, goddamn... a total fox," says the second man of three.
the tables surrounding her, friends and strangers alike begin howling out on her behalf.
"what's your name, gorgeous?" calls out the third man of three.
she squirms at his directness. smiles like she is pleased, when mostly she is overwhelmed with a surprising degree of humility. "there's a name, it's not important," she says. "look! there's a whole other table of pretty girls!"
both the crowd and table of three dismiss her attempts, "yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, you are HOT."
she pouts, but the night carries on.
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