Continued from Burnin’ fevah!

By the time we sat down at the Pizza place, I had really gotten to know Ruby, the girl from the band. It was her suggestion to escape the anarchy at the bar, that ensued when I punched Garok in the face to stop his persistent insistence for me to leave the bar with him. Regrettably, I overlooked the fact that Garok was dressed as a woman when I hit him. This was the catalyst for the general bar populace’s reaction of dismay towards my apparently misogynistic act and their subsequent overt campaign of violence projected at me.

Ruby ushered me to the older lady who had expressed an interest in me earlier who luckily for me, turned out to be the owner of the bar. I was swiftly summoned over the bar surface by the owner and directed out through the staff exit. Ruby followed after me, stalling briefly to fight off two angry males who had taken a shine to Garok’s female alter ego. For a second it almost felt like I was actually having fun again. After escaping the fracas, Ruby and I stood smiling on the dimly-lit city street our eyes flickering at one another like strobe lights. Here I am, I thought, standing outside the club, having been rescued by the resident soul diva. The proverbial cat seized both our tongues and a potentially awkward silence prepared for action. It was then that the concept of mutual hunger entered our conversation fray and a potentially uncomfortable pregnant pause was averted. “So Sister Savior” I enquired, “do you like Pizza?” She did.

As we sat shaking assorted pizza condiments onto our anchovie, canadian bacon and artichoke pizza I asked Ruby why she felt the urge to help me flee from the fifth amendment.
“Don’t think your special, I just wanted to find someone who would buy me some Pizza, didn’t really matter who” she munched.
I dejectedly lowered my head into pizza eating position mumbling “Oh” disappointingly. “Only kidding” she responded, “The real reason was I had noticed that you were wearing a Japanther T-shirt, they’re my favorite band”.
“Really, mine too” I concurred.
“I also like men…” she sniggered “…who have good taste in womens accessories”.
An instant grip of horror amended my semi-relaxed demeanor into a perplexed electric shock related state. I looked with terror at the black object that lay on the table next to the parmesan cheese sachets.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed “I’ve just stolen someone’s purse”

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