"The lighting in this bar is dim enough, and the frozen cosmopolitans cheap enough, that everybody here flirts with the screens of their smartphones while dance-mixed divas screech catchy anthems about abandonment in the background. Luxurious despair bathed in neon green; it’s the perfect place to go whenever I want to obliterate thoughts of you. Although dressed entirely in black like I am tonight, I am often mistaken for one of the servers. But the only tip I’ve gotten is t

"While Ginny roots around in her refrigerator, I try and figure out which sort of Betty will turn up at the door: a flirty Betty Boop, a brazen Bette Davis, or an earnest Betty as in 'and Veronica'. The Betty who shows an hour later looks, as Ginny predicted, extremely miffed; her penciled eyebrows are narrowed and her lips are pursed. The only relaxed quality about her seems to be her bouncy brown hair. She arrives with two bottles of champagne in tow—one of which she has un

"While we were sipping our cocktails, a group of young bikini bottom-clad Parisians suddenly wandered in from the pool party next door, leaving wet footprints across the deck. Mitch said, somewhat sadly, 'When you hit thirty, you have to do twice the cardio.' I groused, 'What if I'm doing half the cardio now?'" #piecesofbeautymarks #beautymarks #davidjamesparrfiction