The room is packed with people who are just as shy and reserved as i am, alcohol has loosened them up and oiled up their social machines. Now they're all talking and laughing in small packs across the room, reminiscent of the ancient tribes that once roamed the open fields of the mid-west; The stereo back track over powers in-door voices and we all, for once in a great while, drink from the same river without any threat of violence. The peace pipe has also found it's way around the room and everyone has succumb to its sweet scent and powerful caress.
The gathering may be a celebration, but the two dominant tribes still can't truly reconcile their differences. I see the squaw, alone, holding a solo cup taking quick small sips from the rim. Her shirt wraps and hugs her shapely figure and her skirt falls just short of her knees. Her hair flowed straight to her shoulders like the waters of Niagara. Enough of this-- I take a large chug of my beer and put on my war paint--the battle has begun. i make my way through the forest of furniture and began to stalk: her looks are plain but charming, her lips are thin but her eyes are full and brown.
"Hi." i say. I guess i hadn't thought much deeper than that.
"Hi?" i startled her. The "i" in "hi" was elongated and sung in the tune of question mark and abruptly faded into obscurity. My initial shot has missed its mark.
"What you sippin' on" i said cooly.
"Whatever is in the keg." She didn't look at me.
"Well, What's in the keg?"
" i don't know."
"Oh, who do you know here?"
"No one."
"is that a you-don't-know-anyone or are you trying to be philosophical? You kow, like--like every man is an island..."
"No." Her response was a premature period to my thought and it sliced my sentence off at the neck. "I don't know anybody here."
"Oh, Okay. Well, i guess i'll catch you later."
"you do that."
I wandered back to my original place of origin hungry. My tribe laughed at my efforts. "She is a vegan when it comes to dudes bro; She don't like meat, ya dig?"