the Country Music song wafted across the grease-thick wall tiles and mixed with the smells of coffee and hashed up meat.
"What do you mean you're saying you're gay, but you're not gay?"
"Turns out," slumping shoulders, "It was something else."
Something, something, and something else. As people got more and more into therapists and talking to everyone like everyone was a therapist buried life events were uncovered and these influencing emotions became revealed.
A man in drag but post-after-party so makeup "running" took a smack on the ass by a towel-wielding, bored server. A man in dusty cowboy boots and tight jeans got up and stretched. "It's hard to talk about retirement or anything else in this environment."
"Well, ex-cuuuuuse me, it is the middle of the night."
"So what was last night?"
Silent head drop into hands.
"You tell them Cousin It. THEY don't own the night!"
"Look at me."
"Was that something else too?"
"I can't. It's totally UN-professional to let your face fall like that."
A limp wristed hand to cheek. A surprised "I look awful?"
Hands rubbing eyes. "It's complicated."
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