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And when you want me, allow me to laugh in your face and whisper a simple "No." To watch the sureness drain from your eyes and be replaced by shock. You're not special.
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"I'm Ash." My name sounded foreign on my lips. I took a deeper swig of my poison and cracked a forced smile.
"New here, huh? Never seen a pretty face like yours around here." How many times had he used that line on others. I decided to play along.
"You could say i'm vagabond following the course of the wind." The heat on my cheeks was informing me that my buzz was really setting in.
That night had begun something unexpected. Eventually, he had told me his actual name after I had drunkenly called him Joe. But, Joe just seemed to stick with him.
12:46 AM
I left the bar with Joe, a stumbling a giggling mess. Whiskey had done it's job well and I was convinced that I was invincible. Joe, however, had taken it easy. Maybe that was a good thing. Or not.
Since I was in no condition to drive, we sat in the bed of my truck eating burgers. One by one, the other trucks, and their owners, left the bar.
"You don't want to go home?" I slurred out, mid bite. I looked over to Joe's truck across the parking lot, it was gorgeous and it made mine look like a pile of rust and shit.
"Nah, i'm having a good time with you. Besides, what kind of a man would I be to leave you here all alone." He gave me a sweet half smile and finished off his burger.
The lights from the bar shut off and we were left with the stars.
"Ash." He cleared his throat.
"Yea?" I turned to look at him.
"You said you're a vagabond. Where do you sleep?" His curiosity was innocent, like that of a kid's.
"In my truck or right here," I patted the bed of my truck, "if the night is nice. It's pretty comfortable with a good blanket."
He looked my truck over and nodded, "You're not afraid?"
I stopped to think about it. I guess the correct answer would be, yes. I was afraid. "Should I be scared?" I asked him instead.
"I would assume so. But, why aren't you?" He probed.
"Well. I have nothing to lose."

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