Long earthbound locks clumsily spread like plant roots over the back of a chestnut wool sweater; tangled strands, the color of a tree's bark, draped over a round, tense face. The clenched jaw was a fist ready to jab but the figure was simply hunching over an empty glass.
"Another," the woman murmured, speaking in an undertone she was barely audible to the man over the counter.
The bartender shifted his gaze towards her, set his callused fingers upon the rugged surface of the wooden table and leaned forward. The man hovered his head as a curious attempt to peer through the shadows washing over the girl's expression.
" I think you've had enough, Lexa." He scowled; his mouth resembling a knife. His left hand flung onto his lower back, supporting his muscular upper-body as it stretched backwards. The prominent bones in his shoulders and face, layered upon with swarthy skin, ached from hours of serving; the dark bags gathering under his eyes revealed his tiredness.
Thin eyebrows pulled down; cheeks tinted by a noticeable shade of pink and her eyes damp and staring came out of hiding as Lexa cocked her head upwards.
The man's face slackened as he sighed and his mouth drooped sadly. "This is going to be your fifth shot. Take one more and you'll be out cold. We're friends, but I can't just let you crash on my sofa every time. I have two jobs and my kids to look after." He glanced at her apologetically. "And I am worried; It's been months."
Lexa's field of vision quivered; she gulped. A quick nod of acknowledgment was accompanied by a contradictory motion of her tongue making a lap around her cracked lips; her fingers stroked the empty glass, no doubt she needed more. " It's not enough, Darsan." She gripped it tightly.
Darsan briefly paused, scrambling for a solution before he flung off his apron. "I have a short break right now. Let's go out for a smoke." He urged her. " I'll meet you at the back entrance."
Lexa's soggy pupils glistened in the small amount of blue light reflecting from the ceiling of the dim bar. She could already taste the cigarette bud pressing against her lips, the smoke pouring into her lungs, akin to a warm hug. That was more than enough of a confirmation for Mark, so he hurried into the employee's locker room to fetch his pack.
Lexa jumped to her feet, bad idea; her head felt like the whole bar was a carousel and it spun, amplifying with time. She reached out for her hat - why did this feel so painfully slow - and settled the coal-black fedora unto her head, it fell down clumsily over her eyes from the sloppy motion. Lexa's arms slipped inside her ebony overcoat, not least after the third try.
She scurried outside, by-passing crowds packaged like sardines. She shoved through blurry faces - colors swiveled in dim lighting, mixing together into what seemed to be expressions of pleasure, pain and frustration, images which resembled the swift motion of a speedy car. The awful music hit her eardrums, the sounds felt heavier than before, they were drowning in her head, making her feel groggy; the more reason to walk away, or in Lexa's case, bolt away. There was no more alcohol available to her, so by god she needed that smoke, anything to intoxicate herself with.
Red flames briefly sparked in the atmosphere before smoke blurred the imagery of the streets, the cars, the red and green glimmering lights. Darsan glimpsed at Lexa standing at his side.
" Want to talk about it?" He asked delicately with an exhale of smoke escaping through his puckered up crispy lips.
" Nothingmuchtotalk about. She hadtopursue a career, and Ihadto stay here," Lexa slurred nonchalantly between pauses which were unnoticeable to her.
Lexa was fighting back the feelings, pushing them away and sealing them in little compartments. It proved to be a challenge with the fire coiling in her chest, forcing blood vessels to pulsate and throb madly. It was clear that the alcohol was seducing her to scream. Her head pounded blurry images, and her gut twirled into bitter rot. Her fedora slipt over her eyes, concealing the wetness collecting in the edges of her eyes. Ah damn that alcohol.
" Yeah." He sighed before continuing. " Life can be a bitch. But anytime you feel like shit, text me, we can watch a movie or something."
She almost tossed the cigarette bud back in between her lips; her eyes were glued to the concrete below her as if she had lost something and was searching desperately to find it. She held the smoke trapped inside her lungs, they cried and craved for oxygen, but Lexa did not care. When she finally released the smoke into the air, it was not all at once, but with a careful gesture, forming rings, as if she was sending a kiss of death over distances she could not reach.
She tossed her head back and shifted her sight towards Darsan. "Thanks."
A lopsided smile crossed on Darsan's face, he cleared his throat. "It's okay to admit that the real reason you stayed was all because of me." He nudged her arm with his elbow and fluttered his eyelashes at her with an exaggerated movement, appearing as though he was having a seizure.
Lexa threw her cigarette onto the ground and crushed it; her mouth was stretching upwards at the corners of her lips. "As if," she chortled; the bountiful green of fresh basil glistened in her moistened pupils.
His muscles loosened, he breathed with some relief; Darsan patted her shoulder as he turned towards the door. "I got to go back to work. Go home, order some pizza, watch a shitty movie."
Lexa's smile faded and her eyes fell back into the shadows. She shrugged. It didn't feel like home anymore. It was just a place, like her little compartments, filled with experiences and nostalgic memories which only brought discomfort. "Yeah," was all she could muster up from an ocean of thoughts and feelings.
Darsan was in a hurry so he had only glossed over her response and left her to her own devices.
Lexa staggered away from the back entrance, finding a brick wall to lean her back against at the corner of the pedestrian street. She inserted earbuds into her ears and shuffled through random songs. She stopped at one and played it, she did not care much for which song she chose, her craving for nicotine was overruling such liberty. She substituted her Iphone for a pack of cigarettes in her coat pocket and followed up with smooth habitual motions: she pulled out a cigarette and put back the pack inside her alternative pocket. The mint from the lit The100 cigarette felt like a blizzard in her throat, a heavy contrast from the fire in her chest and gut; a smile sneaked onto her mouth as she concentrated on the irony in the lyrics:
Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion,
No more alone or myself could I be
The smoke twisted, forming curls in the night, illuminated only by the green, yellow and red spotlights. A puff of clouds dulled the image Lexa fixated upon. In the periphery of her vision someone halted. Lexa's curious eyes deviated towards the source.
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
The clouds faded and the lyrics came to life. It revealed golden hair wavering its strands and moving at their own discretion against the wool hoodie attached to the woman's navy overcoat. It hugged her in the chilly night, wrapping around her body perfectly: exposing voluptuous curves along her hips with a well rounded bosom. Her soft, round face was like the moon - pale - yet complemented by a shade of pink painted over her cheeks. Her expression was sullen; but her eyes, oh her eyes, they were full with their shade of sky blue, and like the sea's they were calm and motionless. Lexa was immersed in them, nearly forgetting about the ashes gathering at the tip of her cigarette.
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
Fortunately the woman did not linger in silence for much longer. Lexa anticipated that she was strolling towards her so she crammed her earbuds inside her pocket.
" Mind if I have one?" The woman slightly tilted her head sideways, her tired eyes shimmering and her mouth twisting into a smile. Lexa noticed them now: those luscious and sweet pink lips.
Lexa nodded and passed her a cigarette.
" Mind if I borrow your lighter?" She inquired, producing muffled sounds from the cigarette positioned between her lips.
Lexa's lips broke into a teasing smile, with one corner demurring upwards, as she clasped them around her nearly finished cigarette. Although the alcohol started wearing off Lexa was still drunk; and by the look of the girl's flushed pink cheeks, sagging lids, worn out expression, and a somewhat slowed speech, so was she.
Lexa unfolded her arm and inclined her torso, with lighter in hand. The blonde's lips parted, barely noticeable, with her teeth slightly peeking through as she held the cigarette in place between her two slim fingers. The woman's eyes wandered towards Lexa. And it should not have been so visible; it was a mere instant before the blonde followed through by sliding her hair over her ear and leaning forward, waiting until Lexa cupped her other hand over at the side of the lighter, but Lexa noticed. She noted the way she was staring, with such hunger; but the mystery remained on whether it was directed towards the nicotine or her.
" Thanks." Smoke vaguely masked her features but there was a suggested smile. "I'm Clarke."
" Lexa." She exhaled and a fog gathered. Their smoke entangled and danced as it dispersed into the air, extending outward. The action held a condensed reply by itself; besides words were unavailable right now, and they did not need them. That's why Lexa studied her and searched for a sign.
A warm ache rushed into Lexa's stomach when the girl shifted closer; she sensed her heart pounding against her ribcage, scorching inside of her and sending tremors through her nerves. She felt a fire propelling in her pelvis. And it felt like she was out of oxygen. Her head became full and dizzy. Her heart begged to burst out. Frustration gathered against her throat, threatening to escape. She needed to find a sign, but her head flushed and she felt her senses getting clogged.
Luckily, Lexa received her reply when she saw the girl's pupils dilating. Her stare was still settled upon Lexa as she unfastened a button or two on her coat. Her frequent sighs were evidently unable to withhold the lust; those tightly-fit pants exaggerated the outline of her appetizing thighs which were now meagerly brushing against each other, her pelvis probably twitching and craving with irrational desire. There was an irresistible heat in the space between them, a want to get closer, to rip away the clothes and fuck.
The blonde shattered the gap between them by leaning over and pressing her hot lips against Lexa's helix, stroking them against her ignited ear. She whispered seductively, the wheezing pressing against the back of her throat was uncontrollably eluding in her words, " Do you want to go back to my place."
The warm-coated puffs of air caused Lexa's shoulders to tense; a throb jerked in her throat and Lexa began panting heavily. She tilted her head sideways as she flickered her body to the opposite direction. Her separated lips were so close from the girl's ear, which was sheepishly hidden under the golden locks, that she could sense her warmth and hear her breathing.
"Yes," Lexa spoke under her breath, grunting and releasing the fire, frustration and lust which she had clustered inside her; she felt the blonde twitching under her hands.
UMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm so there was that. Here is the song if you guys are interested: watch?v=19ho91eli_Y&index=7&list
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