As soon as I can get away, when everybody has their drinks and everybody's preoccupied with questions and worries and excitement and all that shit, I slip away, bottle and two glasses in hand. I slide into the booth across from him, wordlessly pouring him a drink whether he wants it or not.
I'm quiet for a long time, then I ask, "You okay?" It just might be the stupidest question ever.
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Date: 2009-10-25 01:59 am (UTC)I'm quiet for a long time, then I ask, "You okay?" It just might be the stupidest question ever.