THE NEW PEPSI

It's cold.
I'm halfway down the line.
It's raining.
I knew i should've brought a jacket with me.
There's music coming from inside.
It's too muffled for me to make out what it is.
A girl passes.
She smells like vanilla.
My eyes follows her for a few seconds.
My nose even longer.
The guy in front of me reeks of beer.
It's only 9 o'clock.
IT'S ONLY 9 O'CLOCK!
The guy in front of me has a tattoo of a unicorn on his left bicep?
The guy in front of me is not a guy.
And neither is her boyfriend.
A cop car passes, sirens on.
It was a red light.
The doors won't open for another 15 minutes.
It's cold.
I'm one third down the line...