This is my first story, so I would love for whom ever reads this and cares to leave a comment good or bad feel free. Thanks much! P.S. Hope you like it.
prelude
"Painting the roses red?" jean said aloud not caring if the lady he directed it heard or not. "Yes we're painting the roses red." She said now looking at him. Jean didn't know what to do he didn't think she could hear him. Now that she was looking at him he could see her more clearly. She was different that's all he could think describe the woman sitting next to him in the bar. Then she spoke again "The queen she wanted red roses but we planted white, so now we are painting the the the roses red." Jean still did not understand what it is she was talking about. Merely commenting on the tattoo she had on her neck. The rest of the tattoo just barley peaked out of the plane white she wore. Her arms were another story they seemed to be covered wrist to shoulder in an elaborate design of playing cards, a queen of sorts, roses, flamingos, a girl in a blue dress not much else he could make out in the dime light bar.
Jean looked her in the face for the fist time. Bi colored eyes of sapphire and jade stared back. her hair was just above her shoulders. The messy locks seemed to be black but the dime light may be lieing. Her face was soft and round, her top lip bigger that the bottom, but not at all bad looking by jeans standard. Giggling brought jean out of his musing, she just sat there looking at him soft giggling ended in a snort. "sorry, but i don't understand." Jean spoke with a crooked smile. She just giggled a bit more as she stud and pulled a wallet out of her pant pocket. Placing a few bills on the table she walked out the door. jean stared after her not sure of what to make of what just happened."Wow, people just get stranger and stranger." Jean said to the all most empty bar.