Smooth talkin hockey boy that can handle sass.

Jason, you kissed my hand right when I walked into the bar. I was sassy as hell all night long but you handled it so well. I crashed in your hotel room after we helped a passed out woman on Howe. Your two friends were not impressed. You're from Langley, and own two (maybe three) dogs if I recall correctly, and hate going to north Vancouver for work. You asked me if you would ever see me again before I hopped in a cab and I said "only if you make an effort" - turns out you can't because I forgot to give you my number. I kicked myself the whole way home. I wonder if this will even work?

When: Saturday, August, 27 2016

Where: The Roxy

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