Sorry, I’m not drunk...
Just a bit clumsy.
What would you like?
A lemonade, please.
Two beers, please!!! Lemonade? I won’t buy you that.
Here! Drink up. Cheers. What’s your name? Your name? What? Esther! And yours?
Nico, buddy! How long’s it been!?
Bring it in, bud!
Where’ve you been?
So, his name is Nico.
How he embraces the other guy… Curious. Playful. Just like a young animal. Is he looking at me? Or am I imagining it? No. Too busy talking to his friend-from-way-back. Or does he see me? Our eyes are meeting, aren’t they? Coincidence probably. Could be. Everything could be. Nothing is certain.
Last time I saw you was…. Blahblahblahblah…. When you blahblahblah. That was so blahblahblah.
A basic bitch from the sticks. You can tell from my clothes. The wrong skirt.
Ok. Second try.
I might as well be invisible.
Are you leaving already? Come on, have another round. I don’t even know your name…
And I’d like a gin. Pure. No ice.
I’ve never had gin.
Kinda nice.
Tastes a little like dry cedar. Feel myself dissolve. Quite pleasant. Mmmmm.
You alright?
Yes, fine. Nothing the matter. I’m watching the fish.
The fish?
There’s a school of fish in my head.
Little fishes. Shooting every which way.
Do you know that feeling?
Sure. There’s even a word for it: gin fish.
Are you sure you want to finish the whole glass? Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Fizz. Huh?
Fizz. Not Fish.
You know a lot about gin for someone who’s never had it before.
Do you want to get some air? I think it’d do you good.
Come, I’ll give you a hand.
That’s possible. Everything’s possible. No need. I’m a big girl.
I bet you won’t be able to walk a straight line.
Mmm. I love the smell of wet cobblestones, motor fumes, and sweet, early spring. And the salty aroma of fries from the stand on the corner.