Prince stares into the half empty cocktail glass.
His secret date excused herself a few momments ago to freshen up in the ladies room.

THis was her 8th cocktail that night, and Prince was starting to have doubts about this woman--If Mani found out the payoff for the divorce would dwarf that with Mayte.

What am I doing here, he wonders.
Dreams, aspirations, the empty feeling of living with a groupie only to escape to some obsure resturaunt and mess around with yet another groupie, weighed heavily on his soul.

Staring into the glass he sees the reflection of his date walking up to him. She massages his shoulders from behind and whispers in his ear.

"Don't be afraid--this won't hurt, " Zelaira says.

Ocean said:

that was my immediate reaction to it too

Natisse said:

Me too.

We should start some type of club.

Byron has a great eye for art.

AsianBomb777 said:

brilliant.

shausler said:

Let's see!

Byron got drunk, his camera fell on the table and took the shot! Ta da!!!!!

althom said:

don't worry Byron when I see him in 3 weeks time there'll be payback

ROBOTS BEWARE!

Natisse said:

I'm not coming now!

althom said:

Chicken...I told you it's not a bad way to die

althom said:

you're not? I was only kidding

Mach said:

2the9s said:

You can almost see Brad's reflection in the glass...

luv4u said:

....

Ocean said:

Why did I know you'd say that??...

AsianBomb777 said:

althom said:

That's a trade secret!!...

Byron said:

I only know because it's happened to me before.

althom said:

I thought you took all your photos that way??...

Mach said:

Do you do this for a living?

trailertrash said:

She should, shouldn't she...

Byron said:

she could make quite a living at it.

trailertrash said:

should i ?

Byron said:

its all Byrons fault


sexy man asking for scene settings ....

i just couldnt help it


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Mach said:

Yeah, that's right...blame me..lol

had 2 be the first drink of the evening cuz u could still work the camera....

*1940's New York*

It was the last place in the world I ever thought I'd see her.

Drinks had passed over an evening that blurred between bad small talk between a bartender bent on claiming he was the one that created the game of baseball after a drunken evening out with a girl who liked to swing.

I looked down at what was supposed to be my final look into the glass-I had told myself that 3 hours ago, but I was still here, waiting for someone.

Something.

Thoughts played in my head-that kind of swirl of the mind when your vision is impaired and your pride is lifted.

I was a lone wolf in a place I thought I knew. I had stumbled into this joint by accident, taking a new route home to the place I had seen too many times before-nothing fancy, not a hole in the wall, just something that did the trick after a long day's work.

What I really needed-well that must've been obvious to anyone. I looked around the room wondering why these other folks happened to be here-what the story was.

Were they as down on their luck as me? Maybe I just stopped caring long ago-I had just me, it's how I got by.

My fingers touched the ice, making me a bit more alert as I took out the cherry, knowing this was another evening well spent.

Drunk in a bar with strangers. Oh yes, Ma would be proud.

I heard a voice say my name just as I placed the cherry stem down on the napkin.

It was her.

DMSR54 said:

Well, actually, you're right..

subhuman09 said:

Wow...nicely done!!

Byron said:

Thanks Byron!



(Great inspiration-love that photo.)

subhuman09 said:

Thank yew...