No Chicos Blancos.

She was under 5ft tall so I lost her in the crowded bar at least one, two, maybe seven times. Fireball promo girls showered us in 70 proof sugar water and everything began to twist. 

Next thing I knew we were stumbling in her door to an angry Mexican man on the couch. 

"Don' worry that's just my dad, he just got out of jail"

I took my shoes off.

Another pair was with us and we had a foursome. 

In the morning my shoes were gone.

As I walked out, I heard him from the kitchen

"No Chicos Blancos."