Scene from a Gay Sports Bar
DGO, Coco, and Helen stand clustered together next to a railing that runs along the wall opposite the bar, swilling cheap beer, chatting idly, and casting casually judgmental glances in all directions.
Helen, to DGO (dramatically, smirking with feigned indignance):
I can't believe you offered me drugs!
DGO (one eyebrow cocked, lips pursed wryly):
I can't believe you didn't take them.
Hysterics ensue, audible even over the din of the crowd.
Cut, fade to black.
Helen, to DGO (dramatically, smirking with feigned indignance):
I can't believe you offered me drugs!
DGO (one eyebrow cocked, lips pursed wryly):
I can't believe you didn't take them.
Hysterics ensue, audible even over the din of the crowd.
Cut, fade to black.
posted by Helen the Felon at 2:43 PM
3 Comments:
Holy baggy khaki shorts that don't look good on anyone especially gay men over 40, Batman! There was a moment while I was gone where my eyes got all twitchy and I kept inadvertently casting casually judgmental glances in all directions. I think we are connected through the cosmos!
u left earlier than i expected!
We don't do any drugs.
We can't imagine having missed all that we have seen, said and touched and written about and giggled over.
The booz provides enough (almost too much) of a filter
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