Everything is romantic
fragmented scenes from one Brat-coded night
curling hair and lashes on one hand eating McDonald's fries on the other talking about love and where we end up after strappy heels, back of a cab “we should go on a trip,” “let’s book a flight right now.” bar with warm mood lights cute bathroom with broken tiles white-painted nails around a glass of sangria next to the DJ booth, an old lady in a crop top, “I wonder if I'll end up like that,” “that’s exactly what I'm thinking about.” club with a blue and pink neon sign 2000s music; lots of awkward standing around a bucket of beer; a bottle of wine “is she alright? she’s been in there for a bit” “god, i wish there was somewhere to sit.” another cab and ten minutes of walking, cozy bar with a rabbit running pretty flowers atop my overpriced cocktail conversations about Bumble, then Tinder “casual?!” “yeah, that’s my current demographic.” “you look too wife-y for that shit.” college kids lining up the streets dark, oakwood bar where older men sit Instagram story of a mirror ball, thinking about Taylor Swift, “can I get you anything?” “please. this old-fashioned is disgusting.” crowded bar, people actually dancing sweaty bodies shout when ordering vodka boat we shared with two tables a circle of strangers in the toilet, getting sick bathroom mirror selfie after it "who's that smiling guy in the pic?" falling asleep at a taco stand, sidewalk-sat listening to some faraway band back of a cab to another city Thor-themed motel room with a gross jacuzzi “why are you doing this?” you ask in a dream, waking up hugged by dirty white sheets. getting nudged, it’s time to go napping on the couch back at the condo eat one half of a hard-boiled egg, “I had fun, I'll see you again,” “try not to vomit in this man’s Nissan.” fall in love again and again, fall in love again and again...
Old-fashioneds are disgusting indeed!