When in Rome. It was around the end of may. Thick pre-summer night, so heavy that at some point the sky opened for a sudden violent downpour. Something sparkling in the air (not just thanks to the alcohol though). May, there happens my body's spring. I had far too much drinks. No news, just to enbolden me enough. After couple liqueurs, couple beers, and some too-easily-thrown-down glasses of vodka-spiked soda my mind was so high I could fly - or so I thought. So me and Ginger Straw were half-seas over. We were just some kind of party crasher happy few at a some kind of frat boy party, the possible scenarios ranged between an outstanding boredom and setting everything ablaze. The latter the better. Big Dang, my crush, was leaning against a column and I beside him, too close to be at ease, craving for his skin to be glued to mine. I still don't know how such a jejune guy would mess up some deep obscure and instict in me. So deep I was even hardly aware I was tucking my hand u