The Right Write Rite

Tipsy

gettin' tipsy

in the club getting tipsy

I can't believe how much I hate that stupid song.

"If you hate it so much, why are you singing it?" he muttered under his breath. He took a sip.

She glanced at him, and wondered if this was going to turn into a fight. "I don't know, it's an ear worm. I feel compelled. It's so trashy though, don't you think?" She prayed that he would agree. She watched him carefully, attempting to appear casually disinterested in his answer.

He swirled the drink in his hand, and briefly glanced at the woman standing further down the bar. She had unnaturally jet black hair. Obviously dyed. He liked that look, and he liked the ideas it implied about the person sporting that look, but found that more often than not it was merely a costume. She was speaking to a man with a pierced eyebrow and a tattoo on his neck. He wondered if this was more illusion. Real or fake? So many people wore costumes but did not fully commit to the personality they were dressing the part for.

He looked into the room and saw two women in animated conversation. They were both impeccably attired. Their hair flowed over their shoulders in waves that were carefully constructed to look natural. These women were beautiful. Their chosen appearance meant to imply confidence, sass, sexuality. He had already begun to imagine the encounter in the ideal. He envisioned the approach, what would be said, the laughs, the sexy glances and come hither looks. The game that comes part and parcel with the costume. These women would be able to maintain the illusion for merely an evening before their true selves became apparent, most likely the very next morning. He now searched for people who wore no costume. Simply attired, they did not know how to create a personality. They could only be who they were. He found these women easily. These were the girls who looked uncomfortable on girls night out. The women who had allowed their friends to drag them to the club. He wasn't attracted to these women, but he craved the honesty. He wanted to know who he was dealing with from the beginning. He didn't like surprises. Women in costumes always had an element of surprise.