the city

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Yeah counting cards was the best job he ever had.
Cleaning up.
He got good with his 4′s and his 2′s.
Community service was the best job he ever had.
Cleaning up.
He got sick on the floor and his shoes.

Oh and she said "It's your birthday,
Are you feeling alright?"
The next one's the MD.
You'll be feeling just fine.
Your brother is just sat there,
You said you felt snide.
You hope that that boy will be alright.

Yeah, If you wanna find love then you know where the city is

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Friday 11:57pm

"We're going out tonight, okay. Just us." He smiled.

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

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Me and Jason were driving through the city.

It was amazing.

He slowed down and parked his car perfectly on the curb.

He killed the engine and got out of the car.

He ran to my side and opened my door.

The neon lights flashing in every direction.

People walking everywhere.

Cars rushed in the road.

Club and shops everywhere, people walking in and out of them.

Music playing everywhere.

"I miss this." Jason sighed.

"The city is amazing." He added.

We walked around a bit.

"Anywhere you wanna go babe."

I looked around.

I saw a bar across the street.

I could use a drink.

"That bar." I smiled.

We walked to the bar.

"You're underage." Jason said.

"Who cares? You are too." I said.

"How are we gonna get in?" I asked.

"The window in the bathroom." He suggested.

He opened the window.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me to the window.

I climbed in and jumped on the bathroom floor.

Jason climbed in with no struggle.

He looked at me.

He grabbed my body and cupped my cheeks.

He smashed his lips on mine.

We kissed there for at least five minutes.

"Alright. Let's go." Jason broke the kiss.

We walked out the bathroom and sat that the bar.

"What drink?"

"Anything." I said.

I took in my surroundings.

"Two shots please." He smirked at me.

I have him a disgusted look. I hated shots.

The bartender gave him the shots.

He handed me one.

"On three okay." Jason said.

I nodded, hesitantly.

"1.2.3." We chanted.

We took our shots.

I wanted to throw up.

It was disgusting.

"Stop over reacting babe. It's your fault for saying anything." He wrapped his arms around me.

"I'll get you a beer." He whispered on my neck.

He handed me a cup with beer.

I took a sip.

I missed the taste.

I haven't had one for at least five months.

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I love you so much. You have no idea.

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