“Drink up boys” your friend says handing you your beer. You’re still staring over at strawberry who is still eye fucking you. She’s drinkingg a martini and she stirring it with her pick with olives. Every so often you both giggle. It’s like you’re having a conversation through your eyes. She brings the pic up to her mouth and bites an olive off slowly. Your friends begin to walk through the club. You follow but you keep looking back at strawberry.