Wild Night

Hse laughs at you, flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulders. "Would that be with the four fingers and thumb on your right hand?" she asks you softly. "Well, actually, I'm left-handed", you say, blushing. "Ah, I THOUGHT there was something wrong with you", she giggles. "So did WE," add the other girls, "although we totally all want to sleep with you, because You're Our Type !!"

Everyone in the bar turns around and laughs at you callously. Even the bottle of beer in your hand seems to be laughing. I guess it wasn't such a wild night after all.