So this came to me last night and I had my friend remind me to write it this morning. There was no planing with this. It's basiclly and excuse to not be writing Lessons in Language, because I'm hitting a block. but enjoy it none the less

I sat starin' at my girlfriend. I turned to my brother after a while of gawking.

"Don't my baby look good in 'em blue jeans?" I smirked, Tight on the top with a belly button ring. A little tattoo somewhere in between, she only shows to me.

"You to are going somewhere aren't you?" Matthew asked.

"Yeah were going out dancin'." I smiled at Alice as she started to curse in (what I would call) British at Francis, who probably deserved a lot worse, but Alice liked to take care of herself.

~x~x~

When I arrived at my English girlfriend's house I didn't bother knockin', just walked in like the house was mine. I saw her walkin' down the stairs soon after the door closed.

Damn she's ready tonight. . So damn good lookin' boys it ain't even rightI thought with a smile as Alice started to tell me off for just walking in.

"But, Alice," I was confident in my words, "I couldn't surprise you if you had to come to the door."

"Surprise me with what Alfred?" Alice asked. I smiled and pulled out a leather choker with an emerald gem front and center. Alice saw it and smirked at me.

"Alfred, I wouldn't have seen that by coming to the front door." She said as she grabbed the choker and clipped in around her neck.

"Yeah your right, but I didn't want to wait for you to come to the door." I admitted

"Let's get to the club." Alice sighed before heading out the door me in toe.

~x~x~

We were sitting at the bar for a minute before the bartender came up. And when the bartender says "for the lady, What's it gonna be..."

I tell him man..

"She ain't in to wine and roses. Beer just makes her turn up her nose and she can't stand the thought of sipping champagne. No Cuervo, gold margaritas. Just ain't enough good burn in tequila. She needs somethin' with a little more edge, and a little more pain." I smirk at Alice as I say,"She's my little whiskey girl. My ragged on the edges girl, ah but I like 'em rough."

The bartend just raises an eyebrow at Alice, who just smirks and nods before wakin' me on the head.

"I can order for myself, git." She mutters as the bartender gets the drinks.

I just smile and say, "I know baby."

~x~x~

It my just surprise you, but my baby got a '69 Mustang. Four on the floor and you oughtta hear the pipes ring. Great car, so when Alice says I can drive it to dinner, I jump behind the wheel and it's a way we go. Hey I drive too fast but she don't care, blue bandana tied all up in her hair, just sittin there singin' every song on the radio.

~x~x~

My brother and I (look at that…must be Alice's handy work…) were talkin' 'bout our girls, (he's goin' out with that creepy Russian girl. I'm scared for him.) and he was talkin' 'bout how his girl was different than all the others he's ever liked, even with what she likes to drink. That's when I chime in:

"Alice, she ain't in to wine and roses, beer just makes her turn up her nose and she can't stand the thought of sipping champagne. No Cuervo, gold margaritas, just ain't enough good burn in tequila. She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain. She's my little whiskey girl, my ragged on the edges girl, ah but I like em rough."

Matthew just smirked and whapped me on the head.

"How many time have you said that, Al?" he asked

"Uh…a few times." I tell him, "Why?"

"Just wondering why Alice puts up with you." Matthew laughs.

"You know it's 'cause I'm a smexy beast." I smile as we both laugh at the joke.

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