Coming Out: Sit and Drink
From Create Your Own Story
And damn does that drink taste good. You are only twenty one and despite the pressure you faced throughout high school and college, you never drank until you were of age. Even the slightest sip of liquor could get you to loosen up and feel a little tipsy. You smile back at her - feeling so bad for the utter disappointment this woman would soon face. Might as well make the evening entertaining for her before she'll hate your guts till the ends of time.
"So, Luke, it's been awhile since I've seen you on campus."
That's your name: Luke. And there wasn't anything special about that basic name, just like there wasn't anything special about you - other than how painfully mediocre you ended up being. You're decent looking but no looker; skinny but still packing with a small amount of flab. You're the youngest child of three and the most forgotten of them. Likely the most disappointing too. Dropping out of university didn't earn you any brownie points with your parents.
"That ass of yours still looks cute as ever though, you sure do know how to fill a pair of khakis."
Well, you do have a nice butt. Guess that counts for something.
