What happened when I bought my paint brush:
I was walking down the sidewalk on my way to the hobby store. I wanted to get a new paintbrush because my chameleon dragged it to his cage and wouldn't let me get near it. As I walked down the side walk I passed by the pub I would go to when I wanted to think. I waved my hand after seeing vlad sweep through the window. It was a breezy day and my short brown hair fluttered in the wind. I snuggled my jacket closer and continued walking. I finally arrived at the store and greeted the manager. I was walking down the store aisles and picked the paintbrushes that I needed. I was finally ready and waited in line for check-out. There was a tall man in front of me, he must have been around 26 and he had brown hair. He was wearing a leather jacket and black converse. He was next in line and I saw him get something out of his pocket.
"Okay, open the cash register and hand it over."
I looked over to see the man pointing a gun to the manager. I squealed and rushed to the door. The man saw me and pointed the gun at me.
"Don't move, babe. I don't want to see a pretty girl drowning in her own blood."
I gulped down and I saw the shaky manager hand over a wad of bills to the man. He stuffed it in his jacket and walked to the door to where I was standing.
"Hey."
I kept silent as I saw the man put his gun back in his pocket. He rolled his eyes and looked at me again.
"I was talking to you."
I gulped and in a shaky voice I responded
"Y-yes?"
"I know I may seem like a bad guy but trust me, im not. Money is tight right now and I just lost my job. Meet me in the bar a couple of doors down at 7."
I gulped and looked down as I tried bottling enough courage to respond to him.
"And what if I don't?"
"The police will see a beautiful brunette soaked in blood right here on this very spot."
I looked back at him wide eyed and saw the gun pointed at me again.
"Is that a yes?"
I shook my head and prayed he wouldn't do anything else. He put his gun back in his pocket and ran out the door. The manager looked at me, his eyes wide and his face pale. I grabbed my brushes and wobbled my way to the cash register.
"You better call the police." The manager said.
I was about to respond until my legs gave up on me and I passed out cold on the floor.
I woke up around two hours later surrounded by 2 men. One of them was checking my blood pressure and another one held a bag of ice to my head.
"You okay, miss?" one of the men asked.
"What time is it?"
"Six o'clock."
"Crap" I mumbled as I try to stand straight.
"Where do you want to go? The nearest hospital is 5 miles down."
"Take me to the snuggly duckling."
I heard one of the men chuckle and say
"You're in shock, miss. You can't be walking around such a bad neighborhood this time at night."
I sat straight and grabbed one of the men by the shirt.
"..Bar."
The man looked at me and signaled the driver to turn around.
We finally arrived at the bar and I got off the yellow truck. I saw the man sit outside on top of his car, waiting.
"Nice ride." He chuckled.
I scoffed and walked inside. He followed. I saw Vlad in the front and he smiled at me. He gave us a seat right next to the bar and handed us menus.
"The name is Flynn. Flynn Rider."
I looked up from my menu to see the man looking straight at me with his brown eyes.
"Rapunzel."
"Gesundheit."
I sighed and looked back at the menu. I saw his hand grab my menu and pull it down.
"I was kidding."
I saw his face soften a little. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He ordered two drinks and a platter of chicken wings. I was starving since I haven't eaten all day. Vlad finally came out with the plate of wings and placed it in between the both of us. He winked at me and said
"Ill be back with the drinks"
Flynn looked at me as I ate about 3 wings in under a minute.
"Hungry, huh?"
I looked at him, my face stained with barbeque sauce. He chuckled to himself as he ate a wing for himself.
"These are pretty good."
I nodded, taking another bite out of a wing.
Vlad came out with two glasses of beer. I chugged mine down and continued eating. I ate about half of the wings and drank 4 glasses of beer. I was in a complete state of lassitude and in a drunken haze.
"I'll take you home."
"Thanks" I slurred.
We were on my way back home which wasn't too far away. He asked me for my address and I gave it to him. He slowly drove to my apartment and parked the car. He turned to look at me, his eyes looking right through me. He cupped my jaw and kissed me on the lips. I tried to jump back but one of his hands wrapped around my waist. I started to close my eyes and I tilted my head. He seized the opportunity and his tongue slid inside my mouth. My eyes popped open again only to see his closed. He started licking the outside of my lips and he let go of my face, wrapping both of his arms around me. He broke the kiss and said
"sorry. I just really wanted to do that."
My eyes were still closed and I opened them slowly. I was more shocked now than I was when his gun was pointed at me.
"i-its..Okay."
I took my seatbelt off and I managed to get out of the car. I wobbled to the front door and opened it. Before I walked in I saw Flynn wave at me and drive off. I closed the door behind me and passed out on the couch.
