Vanity. Ares

and was seemingly not jealous. The perky doubles
sat, and a little while passed before Maria made an
excuse; telling us that she had to go and see her
niece the next day, to then leave with a wave. That
left myself, Beckett, Anais and whom I only knew
as 'The Breasts' at that inebriated time. We had
gotten a little touchy feely; maybe I don’t
remember, but this was without an introduction.
After I sampled a feel of them, 'The Breasts' then
spoke, I remember that: “You're fierce! My name's
Myra, can I buy you a drink?”
I was so woozy at the time, the music played
quite loud and I remember not really knowing
what was going on; the wooziness — zoning in and
out of consciousness had taking reigns. I said
something along the lines of: sure, go ahead. I was
too drunk at the time to think that it was unusual
for a normal woman to buy a man a drink. But
Myra then stood up and waddled to the bar, fixing
the short red dress, that I noticed fit like a glove, as
the bottom was round and so round I remember
questioning it's authenticity also, however by that
time that was the best I could do in terms of
making a person out; I was drunk on Brandy, two
bottles of red wine, and at least four glasses of
Vodka and Coke. But Myra brought another Vodka
and Coke for me, and all I can remember from that
night was that we chatted for awhile and then we
all went back to the house.
We, Myself, Myra, Beckett and Anais caught
the night-bus, I barely remember the rest, it was a
blur. But to my knowledge I got back to my room;
four walls, noise from above (not God) and Myra
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