The room was smoky, and you could hardly hear what anyone was saying. Not that you'd probably want to, judging by the look of most of the people in there.
Lisa had wound up at some kind of bar, half an hour or so away from the house. It was in the downtown area, and it wasn't Lisa's usual kind of place. But then, she was in an unfamiliar place anyway.
'I'll have a Baybreeze, thanks…' she muttered to the bartender, handing over a couple of dollars.
She was tired.
She was tired and bored and feeling bloodthirsty and just plain confused at Uncle Bob's response. Actually, she really ought to be in bed. Y'know, 'sleep on it a little and you'll feel better in the morning'-type thing? But then, she also needed company. She needed to break away from being Lisa for one night; in the morning, she'd turn back into a pumpkin and deal with whatever problems she had then. But for now, she was going to enjoy herself and drown all her troubles in a big tumbler of VO…
(The bartender set down her drink. Lisa took a big gulp)
… And maybe a few beers, just to be safe…
Y'know, for a bar this crowded, there was hardly anyone to talk to. There was the freaky-looking drunk guy about a half-hour back. There was this group of three that claimed that they were part of the 'Saints of New Jersey' (which, she later learnt, wasn't a religious group after all; more a mafia-aspiring gang); they were pretty cool. But apart from that…, no one.
'LEES-A!' came a loud shout from behind her (or more accurately, a high-pitched and very drunken screech).
She looked behind her. Ah, the Saints were back.
'Hello Nikki …' he said, finishing her third beer as they sat down.
There was Nikki, jet-black hair piled high with way too much hairspray; there was Vince, the blond in the trench coat; there was Tommy, another brunette with his shirt undone; and lastly, there was Mick, the dude with the top hat. The two things that they had in common was that they wore too much hairspray, and they were all very drunk (then again, she had to be as well; why else would she let these idiots that she had only met early tonight hug her?)
'Another beer, my good man!' Tommy bellowed at the bartender. God knows why they hadn't been kicked out already…
'Hows 'bout you?' Mick asked her.
To answer, she picked up her glass and jingled the last few drops of beer in her glass at him. She meant it to say 'still got one'; he took it as 'fill 'er up'…
He ordered another for her.
'Really, I'm fine…' she tried to tell him.
'Oh, live a little, will ya?' Nikki laughed.
Before she could answer, some pretty blond in a skirt way too short came up and sat herself on his lap.
'Girlfriend?' I whispered to Vince.
'Nah, that's just Candy…'
Candy? (sounded more like a hooker…)
On that last note, Candy started to plant teasing kisses onto Nikki's face.
Oh-kay…
Candy stopped. Candy straddled Nikki. Candy pulled on Nikki's lip.
Lisa tried to keep the word 'slut' out of her head.
Candy dropped to the floor and her knees. Candy started to unzip Nikki's pants.
...
Oh dear God!
Lisa's mouth gaped open. She tried not to look and hastily drank half her beer. Was that even allowed?
'Ah, pay them no never mind…' Vince told her, seeing her reaction. 'Happens all the time…'
'And you let this happen?!'
'Sure, why not? You only live once…'
She had to agree.
'But, you know, that aside, you'd make one hell of a Saint! From what you've been telling us about that stalker dude you got and stuff…'
Lisa looked at Candy;
'What, and turn out like her? No way, man…'
'No! (Candy's not one of us...) I just meant…'
He paused, a look of slight fear playing on his face. The same that you might give a dictator if he was ruling your country.
'Meant what?' Lisa asked. She was getting kinda interested in this whole Saints thing by now, and if they said she had what it took to be one…
'Here's my number…' Vince said, handing her some business card- looking thing. 'Call me when you get the chance'
With that, he signalled to the rest of the boys, and they all just headed to the other side of the room. How charming!
'Well, how rude was that? Leaving a nice girl like you all alone just like that!'
Lisa looked behind her to see one had spoken. Someone was now sitting where Mick had been. He was tall, even sitting down. Longish black hair curtained over his shoulders, and he was slightly tanned. He sat in full black attire, aside from the red lace shirt that he wore over the top of an undershirt. Over the top, he wore a long black trench coat. She could even say that he was ruggedly handsome, even if he wasn't her usual sort.
'Name's Steven…' he smiled, extending his hand.
'Lisa' she replied. She took his hand, expecting to shake it. However, his intentions were quite different; he brought her hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss to the back. Tiny shivers shot up through her arm.
'Can I buy you another drink?' he laughed, obviously realising the effect that he had just had on her.
She blushed at this realisation, but accepted anyway. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to accept drinks from strangers, but then, tonight was definitely a night of firsts anyway.
'Really, I gotta get home soon…' Lisa slurred.
She'd sat there for a good few hours with Steven, just talking. No one had bothered them, and she hadn't even realised the time until now. Knowing Uncle Bob, he'd been sending out the boys out looking for her in the next few hours anyway…
'You've not even finished that one yet' Steven said, indicating at probably her 9th drink this evening.
'Oh, you're a bad man, Steven; you keep feeding me drinks, and you know damn well that I'm hammered!' she giggled, pushing him playfully.
He regarded her for a moment, before reaching his conclusion;
'Alright, go home. But at least let me take you back; a pretty girl like you could run into some ... very unsavoury characters out here…'
'What, like you?' she smirked.
They walked out of the bar with his arm round her shoulder to support her. She was struggling to even put one foot in front of the other…
'So which way home, m'lady?' he chuckled, taking in the sight of her with amusement.
'Ah, we'll get there soon enough' she said, brushing him off. Needless to say, she was a little worse for the wear...
He pulled her closer;
'You're full of it, y'know?'
'Drink? Yeah, but that's your fault...'
'You didn't say no'
'You didn't stop me'
He smiled in response, and continued to help her down the street, still hugging her tightly to him.
The chill night air hit Lisa like a corpse's caress, and it seemed all too familiar to her...
..Not that she knew why...
The evening birds had all flown back home, and the stillness of everything was almost eerie; no sounds but the occasional pump of bass from a nearby bar or club; no one about but them, not even the occasional fellow drunk; no light but the five solitary streetlamps as far as the eye could see, and it was the night-time equivalent of Lisa's past midday Hell. She shuddered at the thought. Steven just thought she was cold, so he stopped for a moment;
'What's wrong?' she asked, in her intoxicated curiosity.
'You're cold...' he muttered, snaking out of his jacket. 'Come here...'
She obeyed him first time; there was no real reason not to.
He wrapped her in the garment and did half the buttons up. The thing swamped her. She thought she looked ridiculous, so she adjusted herself. As curves started to become more visible, Steven thought she looked fantastic.
Lisa caught him staring.
'What's up with you?' she smirked, breaking him from his daydream (or, nightdream, as it were). She knew damn well what was 'up' with him; she just wanted him to admit it. However, no such thing happened;
'Nothing' he smiled, rather lop-sided-y (which seemed to be a trait for him, now that she was getting to know him a little better).
Still, back on topic, he wasn't that bad a looker himself; he was lightly tanned, shoulder-length black hair, a little lanky (something Lisa always looked for when looking out for potential Prince Charmings)... Dressed head-to-toe in black but the red lace, not a single inch of skin showing but his neck and face (leather gloves, she noticed). Yet, the one thing that stood out to her more than anything was his eyes. They were like light-blue diamonds, sapphires even. Although the street was as dark as the sky above them, his eyes still shone out to her like beacons. He looked amazing.
'What're you staring at?' he asked, again with the grin. He knew damn well what she was 'staring' at; he just wanted her to admit it.
'Nothing' she countered, giggling for the simple reason that she was copying him. Fortunately for her, he laughed with her.
A thousand thoughts were racing through her mind right now. Thoughts like 'Why the heck am I drunk', 'Is Uncle Bob out looking for me', 'Should I ask him...'
But what she wanted to ask him was the biggest question of all. After all, he might be some demented serial killer-cum-rapist who does a little baby killing on the side! She was drunk and vulnerable, and if she took him home, people were sure to notice...
Yet, she just couldn't get the question out of her mind; 'yes or no'.
'You wanna come home with me?' she blurted out. She quickly bit her tongue as the last nasty word vomited out.
He looked at her. Shit, what if she'd overstepped her mark there?
'Aren't I already taking you home anyway?' he asked, somewhat curiously.
'Well, yeah..., I just meant...'
'I know what you meant; I'm toying with you...' he smirked.
Lisa made an 'Oh' face. Yet, Steven still seemed to ponder about the question, looking around a little. She'd really put her foot in it now...
He reached his conclusion, smirking somewhat deviously;
'Why go back to yours when we've got an alley right there?' he replied, hinting towards his left. Lisa looked and indeed there was an alley.
What was she thinking? Going into a dark alleyway with a man that she had only met a few hours ago? That never ended well, and besides, didn't she already have David; a man whom she'd been with for nearly two years now? Lisa wasn't the type to cheat; she was a good girl, an 'angel', as Uncle Bob had called her (okay, 'little angel', but still...)...
...
But those blue eyes of his were the type that she'd quite happily fall from grace for...
Steven held out his hand, and she took it, being slowly led into the shadows. Everything about this was wrong, but she couldn't help think that it was right.
When Steven was satisfied that they were hidden enough, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her towards him. She let him kiss her squarely on the lips, tongue seeking entrance as he walked the both of them towards one of the walls. Lisa was wedged between him and the wall. Not that she particularly minded...
He caught her tongue with his and started to gently caress it, deepening the kiss to the point where they were like reunited lovers after years of separation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, allowing him even further access to her.
Lisa's mind raced as his gloved hands slowly made their way up the front of her shirt. She now knew how the night was going end, and there was no turning back now; she'd have officially cheated on David come the night's end, and she didn't care one bit; there was nothing else in the world at that moment but her and Steven (and Steven's hands...)
He'd managed to remove one of his gloves, and was now working his way around her breasts, underneath her bra. He tugged on her right nipple, earning himself a moan from her.
For Lisa, this was an incredibly awkward moment; for one, she'd never 'done it' in an alley before, let alone with someone she'd only just met at a bar. It also hit home now what exactly she was doing, and that it would get back to David (David knew everything).
She whimpered again as Steven buried himself between her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair as he nibbled and licked his path right down the centre.
Needless to say, he was a great deal better at foreplay than her boyfriend was...
She felt her own hand slither down his body, stopping only as she got to the crotch of his pants. She considered it for a moment, before letting her hand make its way inside them, fondling his dick like a cat with yarn. He seemed to appreciate it, judging by the sounds that he was making. His head shot up and settled on her shoulder, kissing her neck pleasurably. All of a sudden, he put his mouth to her ear
(A car screeched to a halt somewhere out in the street. She didn't really pay much attention to it) and started to whisper...
'LISA!' someone shouted from the car.
Her head shot round to see who it was (and at such a speed that she was surprised that she didn't break her own neck!)
What she saw was a black limousine. With an angry-looking Uncle Bob looking out the window.
