do ya like ; pg
Click to viewDo Ya Like - Childish Gambino
-
Popped collars, skinny jeans, and converses.
Kurt circles the crowd, greeting people that he knows and several that he doesn’t.
He wonders if he can keep to his promise of one drink an hour.
Chunky jewelery, antique watches, simple black glasses frames.
He wonders where he is.
He texts a question mark just in case.
Tight hoodies, poetry tatoos, artsy t-shirts.
He’s getting tired. It’s not fun being tipsy and trying to avoid being thrown up on. Especially when his shoes are now splattered in an unflattering color. He stumbles out onto the lawn to get a breath of fresh air, only bump into him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
The discourse for the night: Direct action, Vodka, Vampire Weekend.
“Kind of late, aren’t you?”
“Work is work.” Dave says unapologetically. Kurt shrugs his shoulder in reply and start towards Dave’s truck, which he’s pretty sure is parked onto the next street given the crowd.
“Where are we going?”
“Saladworks,” Kurt responds.
“Any particular reason?”
“None whatsoever-” Kurt cocks his head. “There needs to be a reason?”
Dave opens his mouth, but shakes his head. “No, I just thought-whatever.”
David unlocks the car and they slide in. He waits a moment before turning on the ignition: “You’re cooler than all of them, anyways.”
And Kurt smiles.