"Just tell me if any cop cars drive by," he joked, as he took his date by the hand and began to dance to the ancient sound of Frank Sinatra. And he gazed, silently, into the older woman's eyes. The had not exchanged any words, and knew they did not need to.
The increased mood of romanticism made Biff feel even more miserable, uncomfortable, as he got up the courage to pour another stinging, burning glass straight down his throat. And, as several couples began to dance, swinging their bodies around as one - Biff noticed that the restaurant began to spin. Or perhaps his stool. He was truly drunk. He grinned, And the dumb blond with the silicone ^#%# in front of me is just pouring another glass. Woah, I'm gonna regret this in the morning.
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