Cougar in the Hunt Part 2: Did You Really Say 21?
As per tradition, our closest friends gather at J&P's place home, after concerts, to socialize, to extend the intimacy of the festivities, and for myself, on this occasion, a chance to sober.
By some instantaneous force of male nature, a margarita drink ended up in front of me by Tin-Man or Mr. Man. Tin-Man and Mr. Man collectively offered to buy me a margarita and collectively jumped up to make the purchase, before I could change my mind. When confronted with the offer of another margarita, I mentioned that I was driving. Mr. Man responded quick with a multitude of answers, of which he volunteered various services- He could drive me home and he would take me wherever I wanted to go, he was only having the one beer, no problem, he would make sure that I made it home safe, I was in good hands- When Finesse interjected the after-party invitation to J&P’s. Mr. Man looked her way for the information and then back to me, saying, “If that is where you are going, then that is where I am going. I will go anywhere you are going. No matter where …show more content…
Man made his declarations, including the promise to be my designated driver, Finesse giggled with hysterics at his upfront pursuit of me. She called me a cougar and made big cat noise as she flapped her paw at me. As the tequila portion of my margarita singed my tongue in passing, I felt the soil of the cliff’s edge I was standing on, crumbling beneath me, gravity pulling me downward. One of my dearest friends was souzed and could see clear as day, in the dark desert night. To gain my balance, I responded by saying we could all go over to J&P’s place in one car, since I knew that Finesse and Tin-Man constituted at least one safety net besides all of our other friends. I may have been teetering on the edge, but I was among friends. As always, J&P’s place being so close was a firm foothold, I reasoned as more of my margarita made its’ way over my tongue and straight to my
As per tradition, our closest friends gather at J&P's place home, after concerts, to socialize, to extend the intimacy of the festivities, and for myself, on this occasion, a chance to sober.
By some instantaneous force of male nature, a margarita drink ended up in front of me by Tin-Man or Mr. Man. Tin-Man and Mr. Man collectively offered to buy me a margarita and collectively jumped up to make the purchase, before I could change my mind. When confronted with the offer of another margarita, I mentioned that I was driving. Mr. Man responded quick with a multitude of answers, of which he volunteered various services- He could drive me home and he would take me wherever I wanted to go, he was only having the one beer, no problem, he would make sure that I made it home safe, I was in good hands- When Finesse interjected the after-party invitation to J&P’s. Mr. Man looked her way for the information and then back to me, saying, “If that is where you are going, then that is where I am going. I will go anywhere you are going. No matter where …show more content…
Man made his declarations, including the promise to be my designated driver, Finesse giggled with hysterics at his upfront pursuit of me. She called me a cougar and made big cat noise as she flapped her paw at me. As the tequila portion of my margarita singed my tongue in passing, I felt the soil of the cliff’s edge I was standing on, crumbling beneath me, gravity pulling me downward. One of my dearest friends was souzed and could see clear as day, in the dark desert night. To gain my balance, I responded by saying we could all go over to J&P’s place in one car, since I knew that Finesse and Tin-Man constituted at least one safety net besides all of our other friends. I may have been teetering on the edge, but I was among friends. As always, J&P’s place being so close was a firm foothold, I reasoned as more of my margarita made its’ way over my tongue and straight to my