A Quarter to Three
A girl you pull at 2:45 AM because you’re too drunk to tell your own face from hers. She’s the one who looks like she just came out of a locker room and a trash can, but you still take her because you’re too wasted to care.
He pulled her because she looked like she’d been in a locker room and a trash can.
She was the only one who didn’t run when he grabbed her.
He took her because he was too wasted to care if she stank like a dead raccoon.