True Clap style

so here is me, passing yet another day of doing nothing, cursing that i work nights and wasting time and pounds in my local internet cafe. About an hour ago two girls sat next to me, from thier distinctive accents i deducted that they were from New Zealand, im going with the South Island. Seem to be normal, average, New Zealand girls, unsuspecting of any foul play and not really encuoraging any sort of Strange Behaviour. All just the same old, internet, quick chat to mon, Cafe manager sprays Toilet Freshener throughout cafe, kill time kill time

Then incomes a lovely chap. Walking stick, guitar, and general odour of gin and whisky in tow. He picks up his dry cleaning, yes im in the internet cafe....... and then wanders over to the forementioned NZ birds. The conversation then went something along these lines....

Man: Hi My name is Running Water,
Girl: giggle
Man: I have just picked up my fantastic jacket that the lord gave to me
Girl; giggle
Man: i was wondering if you would like to meet up with me later
Girl: giggle, no, giggle
Man: Oh well, i would play you a song on my guitar but i dont think this place has the right acoustics, would you like to walk out with me now....
Girl: giggle, no, giggle
Man: oh well, i just want to say that you are so fine that i wish you were mine,
Girl: giggle
Man: are you sure you dont want to have a drink with me?
Girl: No, im fine,,,,,,,,giggle
Man: ok then , just remember that my name is running water, and i am yours. I hope our paths cross again. Man leaves, taking dry cleaning, walking stick, guitar and general stench of gin with him.

Moral of the Story..... Stale Gin smells better then toilet freshener