Bob walked to the bar, the cat woman lookalike was still staring at him.
"alright love" Bob said to her, trying to suppress his broad Yorkshire accent.
"hey handsome" she replied.
Bob looked behind him to see if she was talking to someone else, but there was no one there, this perfect woman, this godess in human form was talking to him, this wad better than solving a rubix cube in less than twenty moves, this was better than manic miner, this was basic human contact.
"what are you doing after you finish your fag?" Bob asked.
The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a couple of pills, and a small slab of something that looked like black glass.
"I'm going to pop an e and take some nude selfies on my phone, want to join me?" she replied.
Bob's mind was reeling, a phone was a thing you had in your house, or what yuppies had in a briefcase sized box in their car, it wasn't some thin five inch sized slab.
But that aside the sexiest person he has seen in real life said something about nudity, and while his brain had doubts, the thing pressed against his trousers wanted to know more.
Should he leave, or take one of the pills?