we leave the double deuce secret show and head to beauty bar where we do a shot of fernet. you look so hot in your new "feelings are boring, kissing is awesome" tee shirt and i'm really glad you decided to get rid of that ridiculous faux hawk - it was so 2003. the rapture comes on the jukebox and with a knowing look, you grab my hand and lead me to the men's bathroom -electroclash always gets you hard. we lock the bathroom door & i undo your NES controller belt buckle that i made for you last weekend at the craft mafia meet up and i slip my hand inside your dark wash rock and republic jeans. you undo my knock off alexander mcqueen skull scarf from it's perfectly tousled knot and proceed to blindfold me with it and turn me around. i brace myself against the wall while you lift up my vintage missoni shift dress and start fucking me from behind...