"enjoy your beer"

the lighting was just ok
we drank kombucha even though my nerves wanted wine
and i was kinda skeptical
the time before got funky and
i thought our combined earnestness might squeeze out all the sexy
then that dude came over, chatting and hovering around us
my pitch spiked
my limbs wriggled like worms in caustic dirt
but you?
you straightened and lengthened as if your tailbone had roots in the boundary
and with a simple "enjoy your beer" 
he shrank away

should i tell you how much i thought about that later on?
while i writhed under blankets, my fingernails slicing crescent moons along my neck?