I stared up at the sky. It was warm here and smelled of wood fire, expensive perfume and Marlboros. There was no outdoor smell. Not here.
I was considering burning one of the Al Capones in my pocket when my phone went off. I answered it and as I hoped, it was her voice.
“I’m sorry.” She said.
I exhaled. “I’m an asshole.”
“Yes, you can be. Especially tonight. I’m still sorry. Where are you?”
I told her and she laughed. “For what, to pick up someone?”
“I felt like going to a club.”
“And…?”
I laughed. “I’m too old for this shit.”
She laughed too. It felt good to me, getting my ass laughed at even over the phone. We were talking again, sharing a stupid moment. Again.
“'Clubbin’. Wow. How fast can you get here to fuck me?”
“Not fast enough.” I said.




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