Michael

I walk straight ahead, the loud noise of the bar was making my head hurt. You spin around insanely fast maybe 25 miles per hour, you collide I to me dropping the tray. Multiple alcoholic beverages spill onto my clothes. Glass shatters around our feet as we both try to regain balance. Dispute the fact that I'm feeling the need to commit bloody murder is just plastr a smile on my face are you alright?