“When was the last time you even got laid?”  Intentionally ignoring the bug in my ear, I sucked down most of the juice pouch in one gulp, relishing the burn as it hit my stomach. The only good thing about being stuck in the Rockabilly’s roller rink in the middle of the day was the vodka and cranberry juice that I’d smuggled in after I cut open some juice pouches, poured the mixed drink in, and then sealed them with my hair straightener.  If it weren’t for...

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