I am alone, its 2:40 am, and i am the best friend in the world.
ok. im at my flatmates girlfriends flatwarming, im drinking a LOT, wearing a very nice shirt, and being very suave. theres me, couple of my friends, few of flatmates girlfriends friends. one of my friends has convinced a girl to accompany him.
Now the first thing to know- this guy is 20 and Im fairly sure he is a virgin. he just doesnt try, and when he does, he usually fails BADLY. the minute this girl walked in, me and my mates were like “HOLY SHIT shes fucking hot way to go dude!” which, im sure, made her feel comfortable. especially when i picked her up, claimed her as my sex toy, and walked into the bathroom with her in my arms. but anyway.
we sit around, get pretty wasted. i did 4 shots in quick succession before we left, for that extra boost. we are at the club, im dancing with her as my mate goes to the bathroom, still dancing quite close when he comes back. she leans over, whispers in my ear “you know you are the best dancer here” leans back, and smiles at me while she’s holding onto my hips. my mate is looking at me with these big puppy dog eyes. I just couldnt do it- I laughed, smiled at her, and pushed her back to him.
in the harsh light of day- fuck him i should totally have run with it. maybe he should learn to dance better. i hate how my moral qualms get the better of me when im drunk
Alex, I too challenge you to a Breakdance Battle, ala Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo. I don’t know how you rank down in New Zealand, but here, my Bboying skillzzzz are unmatched throughout the land*.
Also, you have the same first name as me. There can only be one.
*By which I mean I was part of a breakdancing club for a couple months in 2005.
I say we invite him out to the next 404 event and see what he’s got. He might just be something out of Beat Street but even if he sucks (which is likely) he’d be fun to drink with:tongue5:
