Andrew Archer

Learn when to fold

“How are you tonight?” Ask the man. “I’m good, how are you?” “I’m good.” There was an awkward pause that flowed through the two. They are at a loud club right now. There’s blaring rap music and nauseating led lights that are violating the whole room. The girl walks away and the man is frustrated. He thought she liked him. He only had one conversation with her in his entire life, it was a week ago when she was vomiting off a couple four Lokos and he stood by to comfort her. She didn’t want company, she wanted to be left alone. To him, she needed a hero, someone to watch over her while she suffered. She didn’t want to talk to him, she didn’t want to talk to him when she was dying, and she doesn't want to talk to him now that she is living. He wasn’t going to give up, he wasn’t going to give up then, he wasn’t going to give up now. She wanders off, she doesn't have a lot of thought going on in her mind, she never had. The man goes to buy her a drink.