The Bar

Didn’t want to let the cat out of the car when I left the bar. A girl smoked outside the bar, with another doing the same. A girl walked up to me, either drunk or very hyper, talking about how I was hungover while cleaning the bar or something. I don’t think I was so I just went along with it. She then says I was probably drunk and we both laugh and kiss, but not in a romantic way, like a joking “kissy face” way. There was a Dad at the bar, and he was pretty chill and I wondered how the more “jocky” Dads would react. Mom was at the bar too. I remember there were showers and she was tired or something and wanted to leave. I might have been going with her.