Biscuit Seashell

With your deconstructed Biscuit (yes, Biscuit) linen jacket draped over your shoulder, you entered the bar. The night’s heat had sucked all the good air from the the room. What now remained was tequila vapour, cigarette smoke and subtle fart. Your kind of bar for a first date. Perching your tush upon the stool you took your place and ordered a beer. Then, from the corner, a door squeeled on its rusty hinges. Beautiful and serene, closing the toilet doors behind them with two hands. Smiling openly. Your love. Turning your body to their approach slowly, you silently (you hope) squeeze one off. Seashell linen - the most breathable.