I sat at the bar drinking my banana-mint mix (which was beautifully colored green), oblivious to the partying crowd around me. This is one of those times when I am effortlessly absorbed in my thoughts (blank thoughts, sadly) and just park all that is going around me. I closed my eyes as Kaskade was spinning his It's You, It's Me track and lunged forward to find myself outside of my body -- astral projection... (I am weird so bear with it!)
"Hey..." Someone nudged me as he took a seat beside me and was gulping his own alcohol.
"Hi." I saw myself smiling in spite of me.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
"Why are you alone?" He said as he fixed his white beach polo and scanned the crowd.
"I'm a loner, remember?" I muttered as the music blared on my ears and people were dancing like maniacs.
"Yeah, and I am unfriendly 99% of the time." He said as his lips curved into a lazy smile.
"Well, then, thanks for that 1%" I replied. "That's gotta be something, y'know!"
"Yeah..." He shrugged. "More booze?"
"Naah..." I shook my head and looked at my empty glass. "I think I need some fresh air... and solitude."
He stood up and we went outside the beach club. He was towering and I wished I was not this petite (or call it short, whatever euphemism you want). The sea was calmly splashing tiny waves at the shore and we sat down on the sand. The stars were lining the horizon and the distant pounding of the drums seemed like we were in a different galaxy.
Silence.
"So..." we simultaneously blurbed. We laughed.
"You first..." Second time.
"Are you an echo or something?" I smiled as I gathered some sands between my palm.
"Not really." He shrugged.
We talked about lots of things -- books, movies, Math (geeks), the beach, alcohol, cigarettes...
"I seldom meet coniotic guys..." I said as I glanced sideways at him.
"I am not..."
"Yeah, right. Kill me." I raised an eyebrow. "You wear a white top, paired it with white cotton pants and white Havaianas... guys don't do that. Gays do."
"Crazy." He said as he puffed some free Dunhill cigarettes that we got from the party. "Want to stroll?"
"Yeah."
It was two in the morning and everybody was still in their party mood. The alcohol was starting to take its toll and I want to tone it down a little by shedding off some sweat and take some steps.
"You want water?" He offered.
"Yes, please." I smiled as he walked away to buy the liquid. After just some few sec, he returned.
"You kinda look like my mom..." He said as he took a gulp.
"Is that a pick-up line?"
