Second date

Numbers were exchanged after a fair bit of groping and the usual bump and grind on the dance floor the Jackal is back in full swing, single and on the prowl.

Saturday morning comes pounding, dimly into view as last nights toxication works through the system. Top night, I need water... Grab my pants off the floor and scratch for a cigarette. retched. Some time passes as I put together images from last night. I want more, find the vixens number in my pocket.

The date is set, but fraught with new obstacles; awkward sober conversation might just break this new connection. Time to get real, time to share. Nah fuckit I'll take her for drinks.. Cheers.