Maggie called for the check and the two of us made our way out of the bar. I was carrying my heels in my right hand as Maggie somewhat held me up. I didn’t realize how much we had drank or the effect it was having on me as I felt my tongue a little thick and somewhat unsteady on my feet. Maggie slipped her arm around my waist as we walked up the street.
Maggie had a beautiful apartment as she escorted me to the kitchen where she prepared me a tall glass of ice water. She made us a salad that we both consumed, picking up our conversation from earlier.
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