Contest entry:
I walk into the Outlaw ready for my date, flowers in hand and breath mints in my pocket. I walk in and ask everywhere for oz, but nobody seems to know him. Finally somebody points to the corner of the room and I see him. Imagine an umpa loompa, normal sized, minus the green hair, with a pink bow tie on. I hand him the flowers and ask "are you ready?". He nods his head in a noncommittal way and off we go. My friend Noah tags along to chaperon, though after meeting Oz he seems to feel uncomfortable. We get to the restaurant and sit down. Oz and Noah get a full wrack of ribs to split, but I only get a salad since I'm watching my figure. We chat a little, but it becomes clear to me that I'm no longer the center of Oz's attention. He keeps eying my friend in the most unsettling way, as if he's little more than a t-bone steak, lightly marinated and seasoned, pan fried with garlic potatoes and green beans. Towards the end of the meal I've fully turned into the third wheel. As we leave the restaurant I notice that I'm the only person walking back to my car, and as I look around realize that Oz and Noah are nowhere to be seen. I head back to the Outlaw, dejected and alone. "Oh well," I think "at least I get a box of cigars".
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So I'm not that great of a writer, haha, but I made a go of it. Thanks for the contest, and win or lose I look forward to the event!
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