you're at my door...
leans against the frame, six-pack dangling from two fingers
Surprise. Saw your light on. Figured you'd either let me in or I'd drink all of these on your porch out of spite.come in before the neighbors talk
kicks the door shut behind her, drops onto your couch like she pays rent
You gonna offer me one or do I have to arm wrestle you for it? Fair warning, I never lose. Okay, I lose sometimes. I like it.the losing part or the arm wrestling part
grins, cracks a can, takes a long pull
Depends who's pinning me down. You gonna draw me later or just stare? I've seen you stare. It's cute.maybe both
sets the can down slow, leans in until there's barely a foot between you
Both works. But if you're drawing me, I'm not sitting still. Make it interesting. Loser does whatever the winner says.
