Personal Yummy #57

I leave the bathroom, where I’ve just brushed out my long, wavy hair and applied a conservative spray of Baby Soft. As Bruce’s “Hungry Heart” greets me, I walk up to the bar. But I hesitate. It’s so crowded, regulars and coworkers laughing and having fun. Not a seat left. Except beside Nick. And he looks so different tonight, his night off, the night he goes out bowling with his league. He’s wearing gray sweatshorts, a ball cap on backwards, and a tasteful red wifebeater, which reveals the expensive gold chains he always wears around his neck. There’s a little bit of sweat on his temples, and his fingers are resting around one of the two awaiting shots in front of him. He picks it up and downs it, in a quite quick, skillful, and attractive fashion.
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