For a moment they were silent, watching a drunk girl who stood unsteadily on stage spouting poetry. The audience cheered her on.
"I won't be surprised if the next sound we hear from her, is her face smashing the ground." She said.
Asher chuckled. "Drunken poetry has its perks, don't you think?"
She gave him a bored look. "Please tell me you didn't invite me out here to contemplate drunkards saying shit. Where's all the excitement?"
"Aww come on. This is quite a good show." He cried falsely and laughed when she gave him a dubious look. "Okay, okay. I'm kidding. I'm actually waiting for my guys."
"What guys? That sounds shady." She looked around her furtively.
Asher placed a hand on her right shoulder. "Scared? Relax sweetness. Just friends from high school."
"I see." She sipped her drink. "What school do you go to?"
"Everest High."
"Where's that?" She asked.
