” One of the waitresses– her name tag said Marti– came over to the table. The voice returned, “My name is Jeff. Let me buy you a drink and ...e can talk.”As they sipped at their drinks, Jeff asked Tracey about his struggle to enter the bar and what it all meant to him. Tracey poured out his story. Time flew by and suddenly one of the barmen shouted loudly, “Last call. We close in fifteen minutes.”Could it actually be almost two am?Jeff held Tracey’s hand. “Why don’t we get one more round. Throwing those items out unto the bed I went to get my black converses that also had teal designs I sowed in them. If your gonna judge my two most favorite colors then Fuck you! I dont need you telling me other wise I mean I am who I am. Not what you want me to be, anyways as I looked for my black hoodie that had my name spray painted on it Gregory burst into my room threw and open vent. Really Greg really? I asked, staring at my ceiling as it was suppose to just suck him back up and spit him. I'd only seen him that first night I danced with Cynthia. She saw him and said, "I'd like to go. Blair is over there and I don't feel like a confrontation. He is not forgiving."We walked out and were moving slowly to the car with our arms around each other. I heard the gravel crunch behind us and I turned to see Blair come at us at a fast pace. He stopped about ten feet away and glared at me. "So, you're the bastard that enticed Cynthia away from me."Cynthia said, "Blair, I'm not talking to. Unki is baat ne mere lund par ek halki chot de maari jiska jhatka unhe saaf pata chala. Woh achanak se ghumti hui mujhe dekh khadi ho gayi aur fir neeche dekhi aur fir mujhe aur boli: Tum kya hamesha aise hi rahte ho?Is baar firse wahi sawal to maine jawaab diya: Haan bola to main hamesha t-shirt aur short mein hi rahta hun ghar par.Tab woh hath mein pakdi belan se mere shorts mein tane lund ko dabati hui boli: Tumhari nahi iski baat kar rahi hun ab.Isbaar unke aise karne aur kahne se mere.