The long night
The girl enters, what appears to be, the loudest and craziest club in New York. She shuffles her way up the bar and orders... Wait, what do you order? "Whiskey on the rocks."
Right, whiskey on the rocks. After what seems like an absurd amount of time the bartender gives her the drink. As she sips her beverage, a nice young man offers to buy her another. "Wait! Na, this dude is the bro-est bro that ever bro-ed. I mean look at him, Chin strap... check, snap-back... check, cheesy pick-up line... check; yeah, so this guy definitely makes it into the douche-bag hall of fame!" Sorry, um okay, I... I mean, this random guy sits down and offers her a drink and asks if she's been eating lucky charms, because she's magically delicious. 'Okay peeps, should I stay at the bar and hear this guy out or go to the dance floor and have some fun?"
Right, whiskey on the rocks. After what seems like an absurd amount of time the bartender gives her the drink. As she sips her beverage, a nice young man offers to buy her another. "Wait! Na, this dude is the bro-est bro that ever bro-ed. I mean look at him, Chin strap... check, snap-back... check, cheesy pick-up line... check; yeah, so this guy definitely makes it into the douche-bag hall of fame!" Sorry, um okay, I... I mean, this random guy sits down and offers her a drink and asks if she's been eating lucky charms, because she's magically delicious. 'Okay peeps, should I stay at the bar and hear this guy out or go to the dance floor and have some fun?"