..::.. Crimson Sky ..::..
..::.. Chapter Three ..::..
I felt neither confident nor attractive as I stepped into the pub that was squashed in the alley down the main street. Whether if it was a pub or not, I could not tell; I've never been to one before. The air was heavily tainted with the smell of mixed scents: cologne, perfume, and alcohol. My face was a blank as I took in this new atmosphere, and surprisingly, I didn't choke on it. Although I was awkward and slightly out of place, it felt as if I belonged there, blended in with the red rooms, brandy, blaring music and all that fun stuff that came with the package.
Wendy immediately handed me her money and the key to her house, in case that she might loose it, which I had a feeling she might have if she carried it with her onto the dance floor and later into one of the red rooms. You never know.
I found myself slinging Wendy's purse over my half bare shoulder which I noticed was extremely well-toned. How'd that happen? I thought back to last summer; damn you Victor Krum. I repeated to myself that I was here to have a good time and that was all.
Plopping down in bar stool would not be graceful since I was in a skirt with an uneven cut, so I decided against that and simply swayed my hips as I've seen Lavender do around Ron, how disgusting.
"Whadda goin' to ha'v?" A small sinewy man asked me in terrible English, or perhaps he was just talking slang, I really couldn't tell. Propping myself sideways on one elbow, as if surveying the room, I sat thinking, or trying to think, of which drinks were light enough me. The guy next to me noticed that I was having difficulty deciding. He was tall and lanky, with a sly grin and a languid roll to his eyes.
"Margaritas are quite good," His peach lips formed words I couldn't hear over the blast of electric guitars and dead beat drums. "You new here ain't ya?" This man, this boy, actually I don't know, he could be anywhere from seventeen to thirty-eight. I watched fascinated as the bartender flipped the bottles up over his head and do all kinds of tricks as he salted the rim of a margarita for me. By now, I figured, I could either be gloom and just drink all night, or lose it tonight. You know what, fuck it, I wasn't normal when I came in, and I'm going to be different when I head out, in the morning that is.
His name was.oh, his name was.who the hell cares, I've had way too many drinks to know the difference. He had a beautiful body, tanned like sandstone, and his leather jacket hid all that you can find underneath it. I didn't mind, but as soon as the music was gone, and there was a bed in the center, I fucking lost it all. I figured I had to leave before he did in the morning, just to show that I wasn't weak or had accidentally gotten raped. But in the end, I didn't sleep a wink, man he was rough.
I flipped sides on the smooth satin sheets and turned to face him. His eyes were barely open and his chest was calmly rising. I smiled nonchalantly at him, I knew he was faking. And he suddenly popped open his eyes and shoved the covers off him as he staggered around the room, trying to pick up his share of the clothes. I dangled off one side as I watched him upside down, picking up my tiny bra, muttering, "God, who knew so much can be under that one little thing," I laughed openly as I watch him shove it in my face as a joke, then I waved to him still hanging off the side as I watched him go.
I silently pulled on my skirt and slipped on my shirt and tried to make everything look as if I had just been to the salon, like that's going to happen, I look like shit. Oh, fuck it, nobody's gonna look.
Ok, so not nobody's gonna look, maybe only Wendy. I handed her the keys and the wad of twenties she had given to me earlier as I saw her lean on the door to her apartment. I think we both looked like shit.
"So what the hell did you do? Where'd you go? I thought you were responsible enough to be on your own in a pub!? Dammit, what am I gonna say to your mother." On and on and on and on, shut up Wendy, it was you who had let me go in there the first place. I said nothing as I shuffled through the tons of clothes in her walk-in closet, trying to pick one that was sexy, but classy, something that says I've just handed my V-card away and now is going shopping.
"Wendy, what do you think of this one?" I held up a simple white tank and threw that on to the bed, then a denim jacket, then faded low riders, plus some chunky boots. "Does this say that im sexy, but classy, something that says I've just handed my V-card away and now is going shopping?" Hell, she might as well know. And I thought the consequences were going to be deadly, but her eyes opened wide and she squealed and dragged me to prance with her around the room.
"It's cute."
..::..A..N..::.. I'm sorry this is taking so long, but there are finals that are killing me. And plus, this is a slow point in the plot, so I'm not real eager to quickly write it because I know it would sound like crap if I did. Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers, just a little ray of sunshine in my day. And for those of you who want to see more of HIM in the story, just be patient! (Yes, I know this is hard, seeing that the word 'patient' is not in my dictionary either.) But what I'm trying to do is to develop the story to a point where she is so different from her past that she is accepted into another world. And of course, HE will be there; soon, my dears, very soon.
O(^.^)O (that's pucca hair, not meat buns..) ~) Pucca (~ (yes I know that pucca is not my pen name, but ish my nickname, so ha!)
..::.. Chapter Three ..::..
I felt neither confident nor attractive as I stepped into the pub that was squashed in the alley down the main street. Whether if it was a pub or not, I could not tell; I've never been to one before. The air was heavily tainted with the smell of mixed scents: cologne, perfume, and alcohol. My face was a blank as I took in this new atmosphere, and surprisingly, I didn't choke on it. Although I was awkward and slightly out of place, it felt as if I belonged there, blended in with the red rooms, brandy, blaring music and all that fun stuff that came with the package.
Wendy immediately handed me her money and the key to her house, in case that she might loose it, which I had a feeling she might have if she carried it with her onto the dance floor and later into one of the red rooms. You never know.
I found myself slinging Wendy's purse over my half bare shoulder which I noticed was extremely well-toned. How'd that happen? I thought back to last summer; damn you Victor Krum. I repeated to myself that I was here to have a good time and that was all.
Plopping down in bar stool would not be graceful since I was in a skirt with an uneven cut, so I decided against that and simply swayed my hips as I've seen Lavender do around Ron, how disgusting.
"Whadda goin' to ha'v?" A small sinewy man asked me in terrible English, or perhaps he was just talking slang, I really couldn't tell. Propping myself sideways on one elbow, as if surveying the room, I sat thinking, or trying to think, of which drinks were light enough me. The guy next to me noticed that I was having difficulty deciding. He was tall and lanky, with a sly grin and a languid roll to his eyes.
"Margaritas are quite good," His peach lips formed words I couldn't hear over the blast of electric guitars and dead beat drums. "You new here ain't ya?" This man, this boy, actually I don't know, he could be anywhere from seventeen to thirty-eight. I watched fascinated as the bartender flipped the bottles up over his head and do all kinds of tricks as he salted the rim of a margarita for me. By now, I figured, I could either be gloom and just drink all night, or lose it tonight. You know what, fuck it, I wasn't normal when I came in, and I'm going to be different when I head out, in the morning that is.
His name was.oh, his name was.who the hell cares, I've had way too many drinks to know the difference. He had a beautiful body, tanned like sandstone, and his leather jacket hid all that you can find underneath it. I didn't mind, but as soon as the music was gone, and there was a bed in the center, I fucking lost it all. I figured I had to leave before he did in the morning, just to show that I wasn't weak or had accidentally gotten raped. But in the end, I didn't sleep a wink, man he was rough.
I flipped sides on the smooth satin sheets and turned to face him. His eyes were barely open and his chest was calmly rising. I smiled nonchalantly at him, I knew he was faking. And he suddenly popped open his eyes and shoved the covers off him as he staggered around the room, trying to pick up his share of the clothes. I dangled off one side as I watched him upside down, picking up my tiny bra, muttering, "God, who knew so much can be under that one little thing," I laughed openly as I watch him shove it in my face as a joke, then I waved to him still hanging off the side as I watched him go.
I silently pulled on my skirt and slipped on my shirt and tried to make everything look as if I had just been to the salon, like that's going to happen, I look like shit. Oh, fuck it, nobody's gonna look.
Ok, so not nobody's gonna look, maybe only Wendy. I handed her the keys and the wad of twenties she had given to me earlier as I saw her lean on the door to her apartment. I think we both looked like shit.
"So what the hell did you do? Where'd you go? I thought you were responsible enough to be on your own in a pub!? Dammit, what am I gonna say to your mother." On and on and on and on, shut up Wendy, it was you who had let me go in there the first place. I said nothing as I shuffled through the tons of clothes in her walk-in closet, trying to pick one that was sexy, but classy, something that says I've just handed my V-card away and now is going shopping.
"Wendy, what do you think of this one?" I held up a simple white tank and threw that on to the bed, then a denim jacket, then faded low riders, plus some chunky boots. "Does this say that im sexy, but classy, something that says I've just handed my V-card away and now is going shopping?" Hell, she might as well know. And I thought the consequences were going to be deadly, but her eyes opened wide and she squealed and dragged me to prance with her around the room.
"It's cute."
..::..A..N..::.. I'm sorry this is taking so long, but there are finals that are killing me. And plus, this is a slow point in the plot, so I'm not real eager to quickly write it because I know it would sound like crap if I did. Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers, just a little ray of sunshine in my day. And for those of you who want to see more of HIM in the story, just be patient! (Yes, I know this is hard, seeing that the word 'patient' is not in my dictionary either.) But what I'm trying to do is to develop the story to a point where she is so different from her past that she is accepted into another world. And of course, HE will be there; soon, my dears, very soon.
O(^.^)O (that's pucca hair, not meat buns..) ~) Pucca (~ (yes I know that pucca is not my pen name, but ish my nickname, so ha!)