The Very Little MermaidMature

I had met Michigan after Johnny had first taken me to Izzie’s. Our earliest encounter was also the first time that I’d seen Wheezer since… that day. They were hanging at the bar together, which I thought seemed pretty weird considering Wheezer looked old enough to be her father. But no, he introduced her as his “little” cousin, and rightfully so. Not only was the girl no taller than five-foot two, but she was also less than half his age. That was before Michigan went blonde and her long, flowing mane reminded me of Ariel from The Little Mermaid, and damn did she have a voice to match.

It was karaoke night at Izzie’s and after the first hour of our being there, Johnny and Wheezer had nearly made me sick pouring nonstop shots of whipped-cream vodka and Bailey’s. I don’t particularly care for sweet alcohol, but the idea of something that tasted  like whipped-cream that could also get me drunk was simply too good to pass up.

Wheezer kept staring at me- the same look he gave me the first time we met. I could tell that it didn’t really matter what I did, the outcome of the evening was probably going to be the same as before. So, I just kept hammering down shots and dancing under the strobe light, pretending that the night was never actually going to end. I even let Michigan convince me to sing a duet with her- Brandy and Monica’s “The Boy is Mine,” which was absolutely fantastic because we were probably the whitest people in the entire place, not to mention the fact that I’m a man, and have a horrible asthma-voice from nearly a decade of smoking. I played the part of Monica. Michigan thought Brandy was hotter. It was an experience, to say the least, and for a very short while, it was actually a lot of fun.

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