From: orchard@informatik.uni-ulm.de (John Orchard)
Subject: A Night On The Town
Organization: University of Ulm, Germany
Date: Wed, 12 Aug 92 13:38:34 GMT

The scene: Dangerboy's car, the Booboo-mobile. We're headed up to the City on 
Saturday night two weeks ago.

   "Where we going, Danj?"
	  "I told Steve we'd meet him at CW."
	  "Cool."
	  "Remember when we went out with Altarboy and he picked up on that chick and 
I got all pissed off at him because he's married?"
	  "Yeah. He supposed to show up tonight?"
	  "Yeah, but he's at the folks' with the wife. He'll probably weasel. Anyway, 
now that I'm in basically a monogamous relationship, I see where he was coming 
from. I mean, I love Vivian [aka the Cruise Director] and everything, but I 
just wanna go out and hit on chicks all the time now."
  	"I dunno why dude, but I respect that. You packin'?"
  	"Yeah, I got some."
  	"Well, loan me some, will ya? Pay ya back later."
  	"Fair enough. You never know when they might come in handy."



The scene: Hours later. We're at the bar. On my right is Dangerboy with the 
Cross-Eyed Chick. They're standing very close to one another and talking as 
quietly as the ambient din allows. On my left is a painfully cute dark-haired 
chick I'm talking with.

  	"Where'd you say you're from?"
  	"Well, I live in LA, but I'm originally from Colombia. How about you?"
  	"Actually, I'm originally from here, but I live in Germany."
  	"That's interesting. You like it there?"
  	"No. Sucks. You like LA?"
  	"No, it sucks too."
  	"You're very cute."
  	"So are you. Those are an awful lot of zippers on your jacket."
  	"There are an awful lot of chains on that dress."

Somebody approaches us. Another girl, also painfully cute.

  	"Oh, hi. John, this is my sister Marie. Marie, this is John."
  	"Hi Marie."
  	"Hi. You ready to go, Tatiana?"
 	"I guess so. We're going to Julie's Supper Club. You want to come with us or 
meet us there or something?"
	  "Lemme check with my ride. [to Dangerboy] Dude! You wanna go to Julie's?"
	  "Negative, dude."
  	"Looks like he doesn't want to leave here just yet. Maybe I can talk him 
into going a little later. Maybe I'll see you there."
	  "I hope so. Nice meeting you anyway."
  	"Yeah, nice talking to you. Bye"
  	"Bye."
  	"Fuck."

The scene: Later still, after 2. Dangerboy and I are back in the car, driving 
home.

  	"Fucking Altarboy totally weaselled on us."
	  "Yeah, let's go to his fucking house and wake his weasel ass up."
  	"Where'd Steve go?"
  	"He was hitting on about ten chicks at once. You know Steve. Right now he's 
probably at home trying to convince one of them that saran-wrap is a suitable 
substitute for a condom."
  	"Ha! I heard that story too. So. You were getting pretty cozy with the 
Cross-Eyed Chick there, dude."
  	"Yeah, she totally wanted it."
  	"Yeah, I scoped her grabbing your unit, dude. You get her number?"
  	"Yeah. Don't you remember? You wrote it down for me."
  	"Oh yeah. I musta been pretty hammered. Still am. You gonna call her?"
	  "Naw. I did try and get her out to the car, though. What about yours?"
	  "You fucker. She wanted me to go to Julie's Supper Club with her. You 
wouldn't leave. What an asshole."
  	"Sorry, dude, but I wasn't about to take off. She was grabbing at the unit."
  	"Was that chick I was talking to pretty cute?"
  	"Jeez, man, you musta really been hammered. Yeah, she was cute."
  	"I can't really remember much about her face. I remember what we were 
talking about though. She lives in LA but is originally from Colombia. And I 
remember she had weird eyes. They glowed, like a cat's."
  	"Vampire, dude. I probably saved your fucking life. Colombian Drug-Princess 
Vampire. You'd have fucked her, then she'd make you her evil undead drug-
running slave for all eternity or something."
  	"Great. Let's go drag Altarboy's weaselly ass the fuck outta bed."
  	"Bet you a buck he answers the door totally naked."
  	"No bet."

--John
    ---- And he did, too.

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