Day 281 prompt: Misty/Foggy

(Photo credit: Neil Dorgan)

the muscular guy
from biology
glances
at the two digits
that matter
I smile
he lifts an eyebrow
and tilts his head
toward the door

pushing through
uncertain ones who linger
half in half out
I slide the ID
deep into a denim pocket
so snug
the rounded rectangle’s outline
surely shows

a tangle of students
and locals
pulses
to the thump
of Situation
all intent on
a drink
a dance
a door – whether exit or lav –
or a date

lip reading
a lacrosse player
I accept
a berry cooler
gulp
a deliberate mouthful
pass the cup
and bob into the cherry fog
for a few hours of
dance