No one got hurt. It was meaninglessly minor. She grabbed my throat, spit on the heavy set dude with the big shirt and insulted that Christian Bale look alike. We split and spilt beers with her outside. She borrowed your lighter; won you over with her crooked smile and crow’s feet. You said the beer tasted like coconut and cigarettes.
Then she fled.
Said she had a midnight tee time. We had a nowhere to be time.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 
Amazing how much of a story you told here in 78 words. I like the words split and spilt next to each other… and the Christian Bale lookalike. But my favorite part is the midnight tee time. Makes me wonder what that really means… intriguing!
Thanks Annie! Glad you read it, liked it, and commented on it!