New Years in the Opa Lounge

He ordered me a diet coke with a half moon lime and two skinny straws. “You remembered,” I smiled,sipping the fizzy perfection. We talked about W. Somerset Maugham books, and we laughed at the woman shoving her backside around the room. Behind us, a screen showed a music video of an exotic girl twisting and weaving. The room spun with suit jackets and silky dresses as I waved my hair in circles, my cheeks pulsing warmly. You took a shot and grinned for the disposable flash. I threw my arms around Jessi, and we danced until our feet grew numb. There were so many steamy embraces when midnight flooded. I stood next to you waiting. The girls they kissed your cheeks, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t because all the desire spun inside me. I wanted to forget about the changes strewn upon me from the last six months. Instead, I safely juiced the limes into my drink.