By a Thread

by Lucy Score

I flagged down a server with a hundred dollar bill. “Need something, handsome?” she asked. “Yes,” I said without taking my eyes off the girl on stage. “Her.”

I wondered if I was leaving a trail of body glitter behind me like I was a Questionable Life Choices Tinkerbell.

“You kidnapped me!” “You’re an adult. It’s called abduction.

“We’re all special,” I said, exasperated. “That’s the point. Me being special doesn’t make you less special. You being a douche to all of humanity factors in, though.”