Where is my mind?

It began in a bar, as it would continue to. She looked across the table and frowned, trying to place the face. He glanced over and talked rather distractedly with the woman he was with, studying her face, trying to figure out whether she was familiar or not.

The face disappeared and he continued to drink not giving it much more thought.
The night carried on as most nights did in that town; he played pool, he drank, he became louder and less inhibited. She laughed, she drank, she danced, she cared even less.
The night melted away, and suddenly there they were; another bar, amidst a swarm of intoxicated, perspiring bodies.
They danced, they smiled, they drank, and then she leaned in,
"Do you want to play pool?"
He signalled to his accomplice and she did the same, and suddenly they were back to where the night had begun.
She laughed as he chalked up, and whispered in his ear, "You know we played together a few weeks back?"
If he answered, she didn't remember, and at any rate, it didn't seem to matter.

And so they played, and they played to a high level, particularly for people so intoxicated.
He showed off, convinced that he would win again; she played carefully and nonchalantly.
Subsequently, she laughed as he sunk the black all too early.
The effect of the liquor didn't ease the hit to his ego, and he refused her hug as she told him she'd be leaving now.

His eyes followed her legs out the door.






Continued here.