Good, good times.
-Hey!
-Hey.
-What is going on? You seemed sad all night. Everyone else is partying.
-*sigh
-You were just there, in the corner, looking through people. Hearing, not listening. Looking, not seeing.
-I'm just here now.
-Are you really? Looks like your body is, not you...
-Why do you care, anyway?
-Well, I tend to see people. I am an observer. And it was interesting watching you. You caught my sight.
-Wow, I’m flattered then.
-Gosh, rather go back and just watch, no need to have this attitude. We’re all out here dancing and having a good time.
-Sorry.
-Do you want a drink? Free tequilas today.
-ok. Bring me two.
-Here. Cheers. Please drink and smile.
-Wow, I needed that. Thanks.
-Tequilas make good moods.
-(laughs)
-Finally, a smile. Drink the other one.
-You won’t need to ask twice.
-Way to go girl! Badass wild lady in the house!
-You don’t know me. I am not wild, trust me.
-My name is Blue by the way, and I can get you more drinks just to see you smile again.
-I’m good, thanks. I’m Skye.
-Wow, Blue and Skye, what a pair, doesn’t get any cheesier does it?
-Oh, listen to this one! I love this song. Makes me want to dance and forget. Good, good things!!
-Want to go to the dance floor? Might be good to get out of this corner before you grow some roots here.
-No.
-Girl, you are difficult.
-Down there I won’t be able to listen to you, it’s just that.
-Oh, so you are enjoying my company…
-You didn’t give me much of a choice.
-I need to smoke. Join me upstairs?
-Yeah, some fresh air will be good.
-The city looks amazing from here, doesn’t it, Skye?
-Yeah. Look at those stars. I could sleep out here forever.
-Me too. Specially with you.
-You make me feel better each minute, you do see people, and make them feel better.
-Thanks
-You should be named Yellow, or Pink…not blue.
-That is a fun analogy. But I do love my name. In some countries, it does have a happy meaning though.
-Why did you come here tonight?
-I just wanted to celebrate the end of the lockdown and dance all the tensions off.
-You like punk rock too, or you just picked a random place full of booze and people wearing black?
-I love it. It’s part of my life and philosophy. To Inquire about things, to not conform, to raise questions and to rage a bit against the system, but not as a radical, just a normal person worried about oppression.
-I feel just the same about it. Good, good things, huh?
-What do you do for a living, Skye?
-I am a tattoo artist. You?
-I am a freelance writer and video editor. I write for some newspapers and make some videos for some companies.
-oh, wow, another great song! Makes me want to jump and release all fears.
-So let’s jump!! Jump Skye, jump girl!!
-This feels so good, and young, and free! Yay.
-Kiss me right now!
-Yes.
-You are beautiful, Skye.
-You are a dream, Blue.
-It’s almost 2:00 a.m.
-I didn’t even know this place was opened until this late.
-Maybe it’s because it’s the end of the lockdown.
-Or maybe it’s because, they closed and didn’t see us here!
-Oh no, how could they not see is here?
-Well, we kinda trespassed. We weren’t supposed to be up here.
-ha, ha, you are crazy. Now get us out of here.
-Well, the door downstairs is clearly locked. So, we can spend the night here and freeze at some point, or we can sleep on the stairs, I guess.
-Or we can jump to the roof next door and then try to reach that emergency staircase and go get some breakfast food somewhere.
-Skye, my girl, there is a wild lady in there after all…
-There is. I was just a bit down today.
-Why?
-I don’t even remember why. It’s all kinda blurry and black. I Just remember Blue now.
-Cheesy!
-Come on, move. Let’s get down there.
-After you.
-Ouch, that hurt. My legs are kinda numb.
-Here I come! Ouch! That was quite a leap.
-You ok?
-Yup. We survived. Now just one more staircase and breakfast food it is.
-Here we go again. Just some more stairs now.
-Skye and Blue, the escape!
-Uber cheesy. I’m glad I am the writer, not you!
-I’m too old for this. Can’t do these things anymore, Blue.
-What? Kissing strangers or jumping from buildings?
-Don’t make me laugh. I wanna pee, but not while going down these stairs.
-There is a Starbucks nearby. We can stop there. Just one more step!
-I mean kissing strange girls in fact.
-You never kissed a girl?
-Nope.
-Wow, glad to be the first.
-I knew I liked both genders but it’s my first time, real life, not over a camera with a woman.
-Camera?
-I’ll leave that part to another time. High school stuff.
-Ok. But now I am really curious.
-One day I’ll tell you all about it. Now, I want more of you.
-Here we are. Go pee. I’ll get us some black coffee.
-So we can rethink the night sober?
-No, so I can enjoy the real you.
-Yum! You take the coffee just like I do, thanks.
-Are you married?
-Yes.
-To a guy.
-Yes.
-Kids?
-Yes.
-Coffee goes in, truth comes out.
-Go on.
-What.
-Ask me.
-What?
-Wow, now look who is all moody, looking but not seeing, hearing but not listening, head down in a corner?
-*sigh
-Blue. Ask me.
-What?
-If I would like to do it again?
-would you?
-Yes.
-kiss me?
-Be with you, kiss you, drink under the stars, jump balconies and run roofs. Yes.
-But…
-I have a married status, never said we live together. We are getting divorced.
-So…
-Another coffee? For all the good, good things?
-Yes, please.