we ended up back at his place as i was choking on taxi fumes. i only took the taxi because he made me. also, because roller skates don't look good with cocktail dresses. i'd roller skate around the city if he'd have let me. if my mother would have let me. but she was less concerned about how i looked and more concerned about me making it back alive.
"lava," he whispered to me in a desperate attempt at calming my throat spasms. it worked. it always worked. they, whoever they are, say laughter is the best medicine. i disagree; funny people are the best medicine.