Details?

Our friends introduced us. She was of Hawaiian descent. Staying in NY. An army brat lived all over the states. We all called her Mimi. Had that island surfer girl look with hair salon sun kissed highlights. Long, dark, straight and down past her shoulders. Tough girl.  With a cute smirk and a hard attitude. She would let you know you were taking her home that night, making out with you in the middle of the bar so every one knew you were marked. Her cold lizard scale like tongue seemed to almost grab at yours. She was aggressive. No soft cute kisses from her.

Her breath, a fine blend of Jack, corona and limes, and capri slims had begun to mix in with your own concoction of trident wintergreen gum(you try-hard) and a few malibu and pineapples(pussy). This was the first time she had called you to hang out outside of a friend's place. Her fat friend was there to make sure she had an excuse if she didnt like where it was heading. You decide not to drink hard. There were a few factors in this decision.

For starters. In a strange dive where she knew everyone from the old guy with his black veterans jacket on, to the completely shitfaced guy that speaks in jibberish and breaks out into dances in random spots suddenly and for no apparent reason. To you at least, everyone seemed to just egg him on endlessly. You cant take the risk of over drinking with this crazed alcoholic of a woman and then not delivering. Your friends would know. She would tell them. You gotta be a man about this. Drink your pussy drink that every time you order the bartender looks at you like a queer. Tip him well for a dive so he doesnt say shit and flashes you crooked smiles.

I liked her though. Even after the lay like a board and get demolished while I babysit you shit she did. I had half a mind to fuck her friend just so she would hear about it and we could hook up again. I would have told her I did just to make her jealous. We could have been great. The drama!!  Only if that little boy wasnt in that room that night.