Two Ugly Kids on the Moon.

We were just two ugly kids on the moon trying to get home after the roads had all been closed down. Closed because the snow was falling too quickly for the tourists to go home without hurting themselves, so no one was allowed in or out. We were far away from homes of any kind, inside in a shaken snow globe with the drunks and the locals. But we knew how to choose a good wine, and I could dance as long as the drinks kept coming, and he liked to watch me dance; so he bought the drinks and I danced to keep away the frozen loneliness.
And as the gritting trucks drove slowly by, melting the snow and mucking up our new shoes, the moon was unveiled to be any other old, dirty city. We left the next day for the places we called home on buses, and planes.. and we cried at night but we would never admit it.