Beer And Morrissey

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I had a few and I was listening to Morrissey.

Submitted: January 01, 2012

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“I like Morrissey.” Milo said not quite knowing what he felt about that little tidbit slipping out, let alone what anyone else thought of it.
Leslie, she of the foxy eyes, snapped that little morsel up with real delight though. “No way! You’re way too… I don’t know, uh bro-ish!” She laughed. “I mean his music and him are just so androgynous, and you have a very male essence yourself. I think anyway.” Foxy smile too.
“Yeah, I don’t think Miles is the manliest man I’ve ever met. He doesn’t even like football.” That was Dallas, Leslie’s boyfriend and Milo’s best bud.
“What’s wrong with that? I also like musical’s and interior decorating!”
“I believe it!” Said Dallas, giving Leslie a little squeeze and a nibble, a habit that seemed to become more frequent when Milo was around.
“Yeah right, but really what’s your favorite song from him then?” She asked with real interest, another little habit that became more frequent when Milo was around.
“Hmmm, I would have to say… uh, its from The Smiths, but same difference I guess. There is a Light That Never Goes Out. Perfectly sad. Perfectly Morrissey.” He lied effortlessly.
“Yeah, that sounds perfectly gay to me.” Jake, Milo’s best friend, who until now had been perfectly content to listen to his pal Milo jabber on while he got a feel for the other two. After fifteen minutes he was pretty sure he had them figured out. Dallas was the only one who laughed at that quip.
“I don’t believe that.”
“Why?” Milo asked honestly more perplexed at the fact that he had been challenged on it.
“Like you said, it’s perfectly Morrissey. That’s just not you.” She said shaking her head, much too seriously for Milo’s taste.
“Well I do like Morrissey.”
“I believe you.” She said, that foxy smile retuning again, and those foxy eyes burning into him.
Milo chuckled slightly and turned his gaze to Jake, who happened to be the only person he could look at at that moment.
“I need another beer. Anyone else?”


Four beers later, three after the happy couple had left.
“So when are you gonna steal that guys’ girl?”
“What makes you think I would do that?”
“C’mon, for real?! Dude she was all over your dick!”
“C’mon, dude. Keep it classy. Besides, she’s with a good friend of mine. That’s just not something you do.”
“You’re stupid. I’d do her.”
“Again, classy. You know you’re still young enough for me to go upside your head.”
“Says the guy getting drunk with a sixteen year old!”
Milo laughed and shook his head at Jake, who was a full eleven years his junior, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
“Firstly, I know what women like Leslie are, trouble. Plain and simple. Secondly, You’re still young, and you don’t know stuff like that, but one day you will and hopefully you’ll be grateful for what I tried to spare you. Thirdly, and this is  why I drink with you, because your young enough to be taught, and smart enough to learn.”
“Well, I think you two would be way better together than her and that guy.” Jake said, knowing the guy he considered his brother, thought the same.
“Well, I don’t know about that, but I do know that messing with a friend’s girlfriend isn’t a nice thing to do.”
Jake quieted at that, but for a moment Milo thought he looked sad.

As he walked to his car an hour later Milo’s phone let out a discrete little tinkle. It was a text from Leslie.


Check out “Trouble Loves Me” by Morrissey. It’s very much you. :)



When he started to feel a tingle all over his skin and places even harder to reach, for the first time in his life, Milo figured he knew what it was like to be in love.


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