She chuckles and I smile wider, wrapping an arm around her waist before someone taps me on the shoulder. I pull away and find the waitress there with her manager.
"Uh... please do that somewhere else," they say, setting the check down.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders
