After what felt like an interminable amount of time, I made the first move and slowly stood up from my rather ungainly position on the floor. Keeping eye contact with the critter, I poured us shots of Absinthe, and then called the shots: Get the hell out of my apartment when you’ve finished your drink! Cockroach concurred and my night was pleasantly free from the sound of spindly appendages tap dancing on the floorboards.
For now anyways.
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