DRUNK MEETUP

Maya took a swing of the beer placed atop the counter, she bent her head and scotched as the unpleasant taste corroded her mouth but he pleasant feeling lifting itself off her tongue all the way into the tip of her head before sending tiny shivers all the way down to her spine.

“That’s your fourth bottle,” Tania reminded her. “It’s already late, Maya, we should go.”

“Don’t worry I’ll pay.”

“It’s not about your finances but your safety. You are a woman and…”

“Oh don’t give me that woman bullshit now!” Maya snorted. “If you want to leave, leave.”

“And leave you to the perils that this bloody city has to offer?”

“Would you rather share in those perils with me?”

“Loads better than deserting I’d say.”

Maya ignored her best friend as she continued to drink her beer. One big swing at a swing at a time until the content of it was almost down to the bottom.

“What do you think Bob would do if you divorce him?” Maya thought aloud.

“Same thing all men always do.”

“And what is that?”

“Blame you.”