"Mmm. How nice," I mumbled out."Yes, I know, girl. I am a sight for sore eyes but I need you to get up now," It said again.I got up and dusted my blac... jumpsuit down.I blinked and my eyes widened as I realized that this man was real and his eyes were intensely looking into mine. I couldn't break this contact. His eyes bore into mine, and deeper into my soul."U-uh, I'm sorry sir. Is something the matter?" I stuttered and fumbled with my words.He swung a suitcase over his shoulder and dug his. I gave it a little thought then decided what the hell, and poured a couple of ounces in each. It would be impossible to replace the whiskey, but she seemed to be worth a drink. The label on the bottle carried the name of an obscure brand of cheap whiskey.The whiskey inside was anything but cheap. The fifth of a gallon whole sale was more than the whiskey that came in the bottle was retail. The bottle had been sterilized then refilled with the dragon piss. I knew for a fact that Mission had. "Find him yet?"I looked around the festive crowds again. "Nope. You sure he's here?" Yep. He talked to me when he came in." Well, I've been able to identify most of the people here. What is he wearing?" Some pirate costume."I saw two of them. One was making out with Cleopatra over there and the other was sitting near the keg getting really drunk.Diane took a quick look where I pointed to the couple making out. "Nope. That's not him." She looked over at the drunk one. "Oh my god." What is it?". We were bad for each other, you saw that for yourself; we overdid everything. The way I feel now is, it would be nice if Jayde and I could be friends, but nothing physical. Life's very quiet for her down there. Her old school friends have all moved away. You can imagine it ... watching TV with her parents ... dead boring. She always liked you, you know. She used to say you were one gay boy she wouldn't mind turning straight. Think about it, anyway.'Though at first not happy to be reminded of.