It all started innocently enough, I invited a few of my friends to out to our favorite novelty restaurant.
It was dark, so dark, and citrus wafted though the air as we all took a seat.
I tried to nonchalantly eat one of the lemons in my lap to kill time.
It tasted tart, like touching a 9 volt battery to the tongue.
The preceding was a story you participated in on Wednesday, November 12 2014. The sentence in bold is yours.
Story prompt by Keith Calder. Sentences in this story path were contributed by Stefan Hayden, SS Ghot Z, and Beau Gunderson.