Ice Cold

She came up to me as the party was winding down, the bottle of vodka in my loose grip, the sunglasses perched perfectly on my face, one denim covered leg hanging over one of the arms of the expensive chair I was sitting on.

"Hey man, things are pretty much done, did you need to crash here for the night or?"

I didn't move.

"Once everyone is gone I'm off, I'm just never gonna look this cool again, don't want to ruin it."

"It stopped being cool like an hour ago."

That was a lie, she just wanted me gone.