I'm walking in a downtown area - I believe Portland, but none of the geography fits - with some girls from high school, semi-popular girls that I did not know well. I think one of them is my friend, and that's why I'm with them. Some people in a bus call out to them, maybe joking or flirting with them, and one of the girls elbows the others like "you ready?" and they lift up their shirts, partially exposing shiny satin-looking bras, with swooshes of blues and purples.

Then we start walking again and they ask me if I looked, and I say no of course I didn't, and they say of course you did, and I insist that I didn't, but then I change my mind and say of course I did.

I ask my friend where she is taking them and she says to 7-11, and I think she means this one that is pretty far down. I say there's a better one up the hill, it's closer but it would be even better to take some transportation. She says no, this one here, and we arrive at a 7-11 that I forgot was there.