Awkward Karaoke Bars
Her features were as sharp as her personality. Her nose like a hawk's, a black freckle midway down her cheek—the most perfect imperfection. The karaoke bar swelled with visitors and Jasmine had her arm around me. I leaned against a pillar with my vodka soda (I'd told Jaz, "get me whatever you're having" and now regretted the algae-water flavor). We were listening to an off-key "Before He Cheats" from a brave karaoke star. "Let's go outside. Carrie Underwood would be mortified." Jaz ignored my joke and said, "Sure." She maintained a determined face as she impolitely pushed past people. "Hold on I gotta pee," I said. "Okay." "I mean you can go outside," I said, "I just gotta pee." "Oh I'm going outside," she said. I wanted to apologize for accidentally suggesting she should wait for me while I peed, but she was already plowing her way outside. By the time I found her on the ba...