Its maybe 3am; a friend and I are walking through a crowd. Its very hard for either of us to navigate. Ive been drinking since around 8 this evening. My vision is less than perfect to say the least - groups of girls look like alluringly distant lights blurred in the ether, or something. Ive been drinking since around 8 this evening, and a hand has been placed around my wrist - seems a lot like a statement of intent.
My steps are weighed down by my thoughts; Im pretty much at a stand still now. Things must be investigated and reconciled before I continue: this hand, whose is it? Soft, no rings. It has these pale blue veins that stick out a little. So soft.
Its my friends, I think. I should grab the hand, loosen the grip on my wrist and just clasp at her hand. Like a lover, or something. Are we lovers now? I should take some initiative, be confident. Forward thinking. Grab it, maybe kiss it? No. Hold it to my face? Whisper into her ear, tell her