"Why did you hit me?" I ask. "I am nowhere close to that thing."
"I was attracted to you," is Chris' response. He has squinty brown eyes and wears a snug, black, baseball cap/fedora hybrid. It's worn and fits his mousy face.
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"So what did you do tonight?" I ask.
"Was at Voodoo."
"You don't think Crazy 8's is a drastic change of venue?"
"No," Chris says. "I am going from friends over there to friends over here."
"How do you feel about this place being completely empty?"
"It makes me sad," he answers. "But when I find beautiful women [he mimicked hitting me again], I try to nail them."
"Do you know how I feel about cover bands?" I ask, as I take a swig of my beer.
