Good times on repeat, every Friday.
Hugs, air kisses, and debauchery is on the agenda.
Come Tuesday, no one can be found.
Lines and bottles you will surely finish together but tears you will experience alone.
Past trauma and delicate hearts are not of importance here.
This venue is too loud and flashy for a heart to heart, anyways.
Remember, smiles and body sparkles, only.
Reach out to one of them on a non-weekend and conversation will be flat. What commonalities exist anyways?
Who do I spend time with?
Who are these people I am buying drinks for?
How many of them will remember my birthday next year?
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