Blake had just chugged two Stellas but was stone sober. His guts were tied up in knots so tight he thought maybe nothing was getting through. Christ, what a terrible idea.
Every time you decide to go on a little solo adventure it just fizzles out into nothing, he reminded himself. What, youre going to fuck one of these guys? Kim and Nat were right.
Blake looked around the room and sighed. He wouldnt know where to begin. Plus at the Black Eagle he stuck out like a sore thumb that had been painted neon. This was not a khaki crowd, and his white Lacoste shoes might as well have been glowing n the dim lighting. Everyones looking at me, he convinced himself. They dont want me in here. Although as he frantically cast his eyes about the bar, careful not to linger too long because he thought he might give the wrong impression, it looked as if no one was paying him any attention at all.
Every time you decide to go on a little solo adventure it just fizzles out into nothing, he reminded himself. What, youre going to fuck one of these guys? Kim and Nat were right.
Blake looked around the room and sighed. He wouldnt know where to begin. Plus at the Black Eagle he stuck out like a sore thumb that had been painted neon. This was not a khaki crowd, and his white Lacoste shoes might as well have been glowing n the dim lighting. Everyones looking at me, he convinced himself. They dont want me in here. Although as he frantically cast his eyes about the bar, careful not to linger too long because he thought he might give the wrong impression, it looked as if no one was paying him any attention at all.