He allots another dose of alcohol-based hand sanitizer from his portable dispenser after passing though the threshold of the bistro. Aren’t they supposed to have a door attendant? The thought of the micro-bacterial organisms from the door handle seeping though his skin is nearly unbearable. He usually wears gloves in public, but his last pair is stained with the blood from the night before. Amber was her name, but he doesn’t remember. Time to find some amusement for tonight. He approaches the bar and orders a Crown and Coke. Before the drink arrives he is already making eye contact with an attractive brunette located a couple of stools to the right. He recalls meeting her at a gathering at Marty’s residence. She’s a medical student at Emory, a typical blue-blood. Wearing a red sheath dress cut to emphasize her perfect figure he notices there’s nothing but empty in her eyes. This will be too easy.
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