"Angel's Wings" by Social Distortion


Danny's palms were sweaty and he felt slightly sick to his stomach. He clutched the beer as though it was a lifeline. He flashed to the first date he'd ever had, Slyvia something, lots of curves, not a whole lot of brains, and his stomach did a little flip-flop when he caught Steve watching him from the corner of his eye.

His mouth was dry in spite of how much he'd had to drink in the short amount of time they'd been there. He'd lost count after three. There was a jukebox spewing out some nameless song. He could feel eyes on him and looked around, but couldn't find the source of his unease.

Lightheaded, swaying slightly, he stood from the barstool and almost tripped over some asshole's foot. He raised a finger, and opened his mouth, but the angry words, which were right on the tip of his tongue, though it seemed that speech had left him from the moment he set foot in the bar, never left his mouth.