Three songs took influence over me when I wrote this chapter:
No. 1 Party Anthem, Arabella and When The Sun Goes Down, all by Arctic Monkeys.
If I were ever to give an advice I'd simply say not to step out of the house once the sun sets. People change.
One would not expect me to ever felt attraction for a woman. I did not fall in love truly, I must say. She simply attracted me. As she attracted many others.
Ruby Hollingbery.
She had natural ruby hair, the curls gently falling over her shoulders. She was owner of icy blue eyes, piercing and enticing as possible to imagine. She was white as snow. Her face was round and thin, delicate, but her cheeks were always rosy. Her silhouette, as seen from behind, assimilated to an hourglass. She liked to wear light, flowery dresses and heeled shoes. Ruby seemed like a china doll, as frail and flawless as one. But, as far as I deduced her intellectually from her actions, she was everything but made of fragile material. Toxicity revolved around her like air around every human being.
She was wicked. Whenever she walked in the party she'd take the crucifix she wore around her neck and keep it on the small purse she carried. There was no more good and religious girl.
She was caustic. The way her icy blue eyes looked at a person was disconcerting. It was a look that had as much of tantalizing as it had of danger.
She was unusual. She had a mind of a kind, demanding on her choices, refined likings. She inflamed the heart of many, but not even one incited her back.
She was persuasive. One word out of her mouth turned into a spell. One touch of her hand turned into a submission. No wonder the number of guys who blindly wanted her.
But most of all, she was clever. And she knew exactly how to make people fall for her.
I was on the, so far, empty bar, quite at the dark corner. She walked in, gave me a small smile, to which I did not reply. The collar of my leather jacket was popped like an antenna as I was leisurely having a smoke. She sat at one of the stools at the counter, ordered her drinking. She was just standing there, waiting for others to come. Her eyes invited me to approach her. And so I walked closer to her. Next thing I knew I was sitting on the stool next to her.
She was a certified mind blower knowing full well that I wasn't. She bought me a drink, and then another and other one. At some point, I was babbling drunken monologues, confused. It wasn't because I was falling in love. I just want her to do me no good... and she looked like she could do it for me.
She then beckoned her folks who ran the place, her old friends. I was left alone. After that I have vague memories of what happened.
The rush of blood, the "she's with me' and the punch I took to the face, the good time girls started flirting with me and the cubicles where they took me, and the number one party anthem ringing in the back of my head.
The colours dodged away from my sight and everything started spinning around. I ended up out in the street. I started walking my way home. The streets were deserted until I found a picturesque scenario.
There was a woman out in the street, a prostitute. I wondered what went wrong so that she had to roam the streets. There was a man out in the street as well, a man out for money to buy some drugs. I started to wonder what his story might be because he was a scumbag man that if given half the chance, he'd rob someone. And then a car stopped by the woman; Mister Inconspicuous rolled down the window. He was a classy man, appeared to be wealthy. She was in the stance ready to get picked up, glad when she saw him. She was wearing a scantily clad beneath the clear winter night sky; she must be freezing.
And then I realized. The prostitute was Ruby. The Mister Inconspicuous was our Algebra teacher from school. And the other man, the one that was already on the way to mug the teacher? That one was me. I was in the need of drugs.
It sure it's true that people turn into different people when the sun goes down.
If I used drugs I'd probably say that this chapter was written under its influences. I don't drugs, so this may be hella weird...