STS: Dive

We, and with we I mean some friends and I, were in this dive. Not a cosy one, it was cheap beer and loud music and… No, sorry, the room where they had a really bad cover band in was nice until the band started. When that happened we dislocated into a bigger and more anonymous room closer to the dance floor.

Yeah I know.

There was this Black Jack table too, a friend — let’s call him Butch — sat down there and started playing. It went sort of okay I think, memory is a bit fuzzy on that. Next to Butch, his sister — here Sundance — talked to a stranger as one occasionally do in bars. Suddenly Butch leaned over.

— Does he want to sleep with you? Cool!

He said this really loud as he’s prone to do. Sundance blushed harder than anyone I’ve ever seen and went quiet. She couldn’t really talk to the stranger anymore, severely cockblocked in awkwardness by her kid brother. The rest of us found it hilarious. (Sorry Sundance! These siblings are really among my favourite people.)