pills? you want some pills?
no ta.. the standard reply.
i’ve just come back from a night clubbing.. i wussed out quite early as i’m absolutely knackered, but one can never spend too much time in a club without two or seventy people asking you if you want drugs. i wonder if i look the type.. or if they just ask everyone. however, tonight had a different spin. i was bopping away on the dancefloor to mr oakenfold’s banging choons, and for the fifth time, the words “you want any pills?” appeared in my ear. i laughed and said no thanks, and usually thats the end of the conversation - but she asked me “how many times have you been asked that tonight?” seeing the smile on my face. “oh, a fair few - but i don’t need the drugs.. the music is enough” i reply. “me too” she smiles and walks off. I grin and carry on dancing.
About a half hour later, she asks me again, then, upon clocking my face she says “oh, its you again, sorry..”, “no problems” i say, and she shuffles off.
Again, later, we bump into one another “you’re everywhere you are” she accuses me with a smile, and i respond “no, you’re everywhere you are” - lame perhaps.. but i was tired ;).. anyway.. we keep bumping into one another, and i end up buying her a drink and we chat for a little while.. of all the people i could buy a drink, of all the people i could talk to, of all the numerous avenues of opportunity - i pick the arguably most bizarre.
