I don't remember much from last night. Especially the last hour is vague, those last three or four drinks making everything feel all blurred, mashed together in some kind of weird, distorted sequence. But I do remember the way you looked at me. The way that your foot casually grazed mine as we sat together, talking shit to each other and anyone who would listen. The way your hand rested on my knee, and slowly, gingerly, a...