"A fifth of Wild Turkey!" she yelled at the store clerk.  He looked frightened at the sight of her.  She was dressed in all black with a dimly lit cigarette in her mouth. "You can't smoke in here!" the Clerk exclaimed. "Just hurry with the whiskey and we'll get out of here..." she said with a condescending look in her eye. She took a long drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke in the air.  Suddenly her face changed and she looked like an angel.  She pressed her breasts together and the clerk suddenly seemed at ease.  He quietly and calmly grabbed a bottle of Wild Turkey from the shelf above and placed it in a paper bag.  Before he could ring the whiskey up on the register Olivia slammed a fifty dollar bill on the counter, grabbed the bottle, and walked out of the store.  I made sure I followed quietly behind hoping not to upset her in anyway. How'd I end up here with Olivia?  It was a strange night indeed but one thing was for certain - whatever it was we were going to do together we needed drink. We caught the Red Line off the Addison stop to head up to the Green Mill - a local jazz club in the Uptown neighborhood.  It was there that Olivia needed to meet someone named Jager.  We took turns taking pulls from the bottle of Wild Turkey.  I tried my best not to look obvious at looking at her cleavage but I knew she could tell.  I had only met her a few hours earlier hoping I could kiss her.  She told me she was a lesbian but if I was up for an adventure I should follow her.  So I did... Whatever it was we were going to do with Jager, I knew I needed this...I wanted this - just to be with someone who could show me new things.