<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/04/05/03/4AD5F4C300000578-5580261-image-a-54_1522896336554.jpg)</div>"Blinde"  I spot a little goth chick and shake my ice cubes, showing I am well hydrated, but smile with the intention to explain that the offers to buy me one are sweet and not to bother her entourage.<br/><br/>I didn't think I spoke my mind but maybe some can read my presence.  "Mwa,"  I touch my collar, "fuck in the bar?"  I pout and squint.  Look her up and down.  "let me see"   I whisper only to bide time for her, to allow her to be filled in.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you can play?"  My eyes wander away from the guitar, drift over her girls and back up to her dreamy eyes.<br/><br/><br/><br/>