You've Got a Sentence in Your Teeth

A salty grin with a twist like a lime right into the cocktail of my intuition. Drumming fingers on a shiny cool table top casting vibrations, they float my way and clink against my thoughts like ice cubes. I am thawed. I am intrigued. I move closer. Words I can't calculate tumble out of my mouth unpunctuated, shaken not stirred, here we bask in a shadowy orange glow of neon lights and a conversation sugary and saturated in a constant buzz. No names, no dates, no places to be but right in the middle of a sentence caught between my teeth..