She drags me on to the roof; her hair is perfect even after 4 hours of straight drinking at The Sputnik. We wonder how much these serial Chads pay for their 3 bedroom lofts—they are fast asleep in order to feel fresh tomorrow morning for the sales at Bed Bath and Beyond and their early morning personal training session at Bally Total Fitness. I have band practice in the morning--but I take off my vintage members only jacket anyway and start to smoke. The rooftop is abandoned. I grab her skinny wrists that are covered in bracelets and colorful wristbands and she kisses me. her lips taste like gin. She unzips my tight white pants and starts to smile. I start to touch her and rip open her black leggings as I lift her on to the ledge. She puts her legs around me and I bite her thrift store pearls...It's like ever since I saw her last fm playlist I knew this was going to happen.