Small World in a Small Bar
Several weekends ago I went out with L. We met up with two other friends from undergrad, B and T. They had come from a wedding and had been drinking since 3 PM. It was now 11 PM. And what happens when you come from a celebration of white rose petal romance that includes an open bar and you're all effectively single happened. B's goal for the end of the night? To go home with the bartender, or at least not pay her tab.
"I've never hooked up with a tattooed man before," she said.
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