It’s okay, though. I’ll keep trying. (Plus, I’m doing my plyometrics and cardio! I just made it through fifty minutes of Xtreme Zumba without puking!)
Anyhowww...if you want, maybe we could meet up at Coconut Bay? They have that dance club, Pineapple Pete’s? It has pool tables in the back. Pinball and ping pong. Lachie said you don’t like it there. That it’s a resort kiddie bar with under-21 wristbands, tourists and whatever. But I can’t get into the Blue Volcano or any of the places you and Lachie go, so maybe you can make an exception this once. Monday is all-ages night. (You can still drink, though.) Also, probably not, but my mom and step-dad might be there. They’re good about not lurking on me, so it’s not like we’d be chaperoned in the classical sense. It’s a big resort. They’ll probably be in the jazz lounge so you wouldn’t have to meet them or anything. But it might keep the friends thing in check knowing they’re on the premises? ;)
About last night’s table run. Truth be told, I was having a bit of a hot streak. I’m pretty good, but not usually THAT good. Apparently, I do spectacular things when there’s a fire under my arse. This one snot, I forget his name, something-something-the-third, made a comment about being beaten by a girl. I was pulling out all the stops and not about to lose after that. A little swing of the hips was in order. Something-something-the-third and crew apparently underestimated how much time I’ve had on my hands to shoot pool by myself over the years. (We have a game room back home. I’m also proficient with a dart...I’ll take your freaking eye out...)
So, if you want to come tomorrow night we can sit on the beach out back of Pineapple Pete’s and be platonic. Then I’ll show you some trick shots at the table. I do a wicked 15 ball carom.
P.S. I had to google “kaftan.” I’m not wearing that ever.
Sunday 23 rd February 10.03am
—Fitness Center at Waikiki Yacht Club—
Also, there’s a car service that comes with our club membership. The drivers are salaried, no tipping allowed. It can pick you up if you ever want to come over my way again. It’s not a limo, more just a shuttle thing.
Sunday 23 rd February 10.07am
—Foodland—
Coolies. I’ll wear a kaftan. One of us should be in a kaftan.
Sunday 23 rd February 10.11am
—Fitness Center at Waikiki Yacht Club—
Maybe you can wear an American accent, too. That might help with maintaining the platonicness on my end.
Monday 24 th February 9.16pm
—Pineapple Pete’s at Coconut Bay Resort—
Thanks for bringing me a play date. She’s cute!
Monday 24 th February 9.17pm
— Pineapple Pete’s at Coconut Bay Resort—
I didn’t bring her. She glommed onto my plans last minute.
Monday 24 th February 9.18pm
— Pineapple Pete’s at Coconut Bay Resort—
You don’t think Jacqueline’s cute? Surely we can talk about that now that we’re just friends.
Monday 24 th February 9.20pm
—Pineapple Pete’s at Coconut Bay Resort—
If you’re into the fake boobs, fake nails, fake soul Barbie thing, then yes, she’s a real doll.
Monday 24 th February 9.25pm
—Pineapple Pete’s at Coconut Bay Resort—
And older.
Monday 24 th February 9.28pm
— Pineapple Pete’s at Coconut Bay Resort—
What? I’m just making an observation. Maybe you didn’t notice since you’re spending your whole time bending over the table for Lachie.
Monday 24 th February 9.55pm
— Pineapple Pete’s at Coconut Bay Resort—
Send another Shirley Temple over here and it’s going in your face!
Tuesday 25 th February 7.29am
—Waikiki Yacht Club—
Well, that went well.
I’m assuming you’re still sleeping, probably face down in a ditch somewhere.
I don’t know why you have to be such an asshole. There’s nothing going on with Lachie and me. Not like that. We’re friends, like you and I are