imaginary girl

The imaginary girl asked me, "So, what're you drinking?"

"Rum&Coke", I replied, doing my best to focus on her nonexistent features, "I'm working on my severalth."

The imaginary girl giggled, but not a vapid sort of giggle, but a knowing, sardonic, perfect sort of giggle. The kind of giggle one like myself would expect from an imaginary girl. A giggle that, not only denoted comprehension of my singular sense of humor, but also contained a certain inflection which spoke of an alluring weariness. An intelligent sort of reticence, combined with subtle interest. Physically represented by a slight turning of her head, while her eyes remained fixed upon me and the corners of her perfect lips rising at the corners. 

"Are you thirsty?" I asked, suddenly feeling idiotically bashful.

"I could take half of what you're drinking." she said, lining her dark sardonic eyes with the rest of her lovely head, facing me full on. Her lips stretching the length of the the giddy silence between us.

I offered her a cheap cigarette, which she took, and I turned toward the front door, making to enter & replenish my own drink, as well as procure one for the imaginary girl waiting on the front porch. 

When, after changing the playlist on my PC from SWANS to IAMX, I stepped out onto the front porch & sat down at the chair directly, and conveniently, located left of a small table holding an ashtray. I set my Mason Jar full of soda & booze carefully upon the ledge, pulled my phone from my pocket and reached for my pack of cigarettes.