Burning the Midnight Oil

I find myself downtown, sitting outside in the warm weather.
I've just finished a stretch of 3 days working in dens of iniquity whilst tempting a violation of my personal temperance movement.

I have the first beer whilst a cute girl I met working the door 2 nights previously texts me.
Another young fresh-faced girl who I suspect had a fake ID, texts me minutes later.
When it rains it pours.
I make plans with the dark-skinned, well-dressed young professional and debate doing the same with the young girl.

I get some sushi, the first I've been able to afford in awhile, and make the jaunt back to continue drinking. I flirt hard with a couple girls I know from working downtown but their social skills go awry when it comes time to actually interact. They aren't drunk enough or certain enough of themselves and what they want or can handle to know how to react.

The decision is made for them when the door girl from one of the spots I work starts buying my drinks.
I wake up in the backseat of my car, unsurprised to find some new phone numbers in my phone, but pretty certain I won't call them. It's a little too close for comfort to start banging girls whom I either work with or work with friends of mine.
I'm surprised I've gone this long without dipping my pen in company ink at the various spots I now find myself employed.

I run into the owner of one of the **** where I work, we chat for a bit, and I disappear into the night b/c I am tired as fuck and I no longer have the desire for revelry.