Neck

Painted tiped nails. Hair rustled from the dance floor and bathroom. Dress stained and asleep, head resting on her friends sholder. The train ride back is a welcome repree from the stilted conversation at the party with people that I would never run into but somehow have. That's the best part about it. I would have never met the Kiwi with man boobs or the girl who bit me on the neck uf I haden't have gone with a 6 oak of cold tooheez and a half eaten double Bondi burger with chili.