Skyfall

I stand at the base of the steps to the stage.
A less than gorgeous girl walks toward me. She whispers in my ear for a dollar.
So much falsity yet truthfulness my heart soars. I smile and thank her for her time.
I remind myself it's a weeknight. I've been drinking for hours.
It's one of those rare occasions where drunkenness seems impossible. The others leave. I sit and ponder my final beer.
I see the falseness and the truth dancing to whatever Top 40 a clever girl chose to match her outfit.
Another girl walks over to sit in my lap. She wants to see my tattoos.
I game her a bit and make clear early on I'm tapped out. It's a quick test to see if she just wants to talk, make money, or if she's looking to fleece me. I throw her a 10 spot to dance on a buddy of mine which always trips them out.

She asks what I'm doing later on, and I tell her I've got work and I've been drinking since 4pm. I tell her what I do.
She's surprised, then smiles, leans in and tells me that's a sexy surprise.

I call it a night and head home. It's going to be a very long day indeed.
Fuck it.
Life is short. When I'm old I won't be thinking about how I wished I'd gone home early more nights.