I saw this movie, thinking I would hate it, but I loved it! I thought I would post and see if I got any interest from it. Totally out of my comfort zone. I love continual story lines, but I won't keep them up unless I get substantial interest from the reviewers. So let me know, even if you hate it! Thanks everybody!
She is different, Lisbeth thought. And coming from the girl that was said to be different, in every way, that meant something.
She was at the club she frequented when she just needed to be out in public, and maybe score a fuck. It was now months later after Mikael Blomkvist had been seen with his arms wrapped around Ericka Berger. She had fucking been miserable after that. And the rage that consumed her took over, like it usually did at rejection of any kind.
Now, months later, her hurt had subsided substantially. She had vowed to remain detached, like before. Her social pariah status position was at an all-time high. It was good she didn't need to worry about impressing her pig of a guardian.
The girl was in this punk grunge club. It was dark and dirty and the people in it all looked gaunt and sickly, desperate to connect to something but, for whatever trauma that haunted them, were unable to. Granted, some of them were just fucking idiots, crying out for attention and the thrill of the people that were drawn to this bar.
She was wearing simple pair of jeans and a white long sleeve cotton shirt. Simple flats. Her hair was light wavy brown that flowed past her shoulders. She was laughing at something the waitress was saying. She eventually shrugged and looked up at the DJ and he nodded and left her table. She turned back to the group of people she was with, who they were dressed more like Lisbeth than this girl.
The girl with the dragon tattoo couldn't help but keep glancing at her across the bar. She smoked a cigarette and drank her drink, observing the girl. She was gorgeous, but not exactly in the conventional way. She was healthy looking and she seemed to shine like a beacon in this dark shithole. Her skin glowed, but not because she tanned. She wasn't from here.
She wasn't wearing any makeup, maybe not even gloss, though her lips were full and moist.
This girl, whoever she was, was Lisbeth's opposite. She was light, Lisbeth was dark. She looked sane, while Lisbeth was labeled as mentally incompetent. She was healthy, while Lisbeth was often asked if she needed a sandwich. This girl actually smiled and laughed occasionally, her hazel green eyes shining.
She suddenly glanced around her, sensing something, then those eyes met Lisbeth's dark ones. She glanced back to the front, but Lisbeth noticed she occasionally looked her way to see if Lisbeth's eyes were still trained on her. They were.
Lisbeth sat there, smoking and drinking and watching her. She noticed that her standby Miriam Wu was watching her watch the girl from across the bar, pretending not to care, but Lisbeth could see that it bothered her somewhat.
The girl then stood and stretched. Yes, stretched, right in the middle of the bar. She then turned to the person sitting next to her and put her arm on her shoulder, saying something in her ear.
Then she left, cutting across the crowd, without even a look over her shoulder.
She got stopped by several of the fucker men in the bar, but she managed to shrug them off, continually moving until she was out the door into Stockholm's night.
Lisbeth drained her drink and put out her cigarette, and followed suit. Lisbeth could admit she was interested, and not just as a fuck. The girl was fascinating. She was different.
Lisbeth got out of the club even quicker than she managed to and stole away into the night. There she went, down the street. Lisbeth stick close to the buildings as she followed her, trying to blend into the night.
After a few blocks, Lisbeth stopped abruptly. Somehow the girl had vanished as large group of college kids passed her. Lisbeth walked on to where she had last seen her and looked around, disappointment and anger flooding her system.
Then she felt a tap on her arm and she spun, ready to attack. But it was her. "Looking for me?" she asked, with a knowing smile.
Any interest?