“What’s in the cup, Veronica?”
“Take a sip and you’ll find out.“
“I don’t trust you enough for that.”
“Please….. Marty, drink some.”
“Batting your eyes isn’t going to convince me to drink whatever that is. Where’d you get it, anyways?”
“I was at the bus stop, the one on thirty-fourth and vine. Well, a man came dancing blindly around the corner. He handed me a little bottle, said he got it from a gypsy with gold teeth.”
“And you kept it?”
“Heck yeah! I’d never seen or heard anyone so happy. He was having the time of his life, kissing everyone in sight…. Until…..”
“What happened?”
“He kissed a cop!”
“Interesting! Another one of your fictitious stories, I see.”
“You’re right, I’m joking. It’s really the Halloween punch mom makes every year for her party. I saw her boyfriend spike it with liquor.”
“Now you’re talking! Let me take a swig.”
“Here ya’ go!”
“Ooh-wee, that’s nice!”
“Drink it all. I can get more.”
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Veronica, I have loved you since Kindergarten. I was thinking me and you should consider being a couple, matter of fact, I insist upon it.”
“Dang… Now, I have to find an antidote for this stuff. I guess it’s true what they say – You want them until they want you.”
“What’d you say, baby?”
“Oh, nothing…..” (Deep sigh.)
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