Chapter 2: Devil's Candy
She changed from her strapless denim dress with black lace attached at an angle to the right, into a priest collar with a black backless halter with two ties in the back holding it together, a pair of low rise black leather flares and a pair of black combat boots.
She released her hair from it confinement in it's banana clip and tied it in a loose French braid. Her eyes landed on a picture of a chestnut braided haired boy, who was eating a huge sundae at her favorite arcade; a huge smile plastered his face. She picked up the silver cross on a silver chain by the picture and placed in around her neck. Her delicate finger traced around his glass covered face. "For you, Duo."
A tear colored black from her mascara plunged on the picture. She quickly wiped it off and grabbed a Kleenex to dab her eyes.
"For you, I sing. For you, I am here. For you, I will stay. For you, I would do anything," she whispered to nobody.
She pulled on a blood stained denim jacket that ended at her bosom, fixed her make up, stared at the picture once more and walked out of the dressing room into the boisterous bar. She sat herself on an open stool.
A waiter greeted her with a smile, "What wouldja like, mizzy?"
She gently smiled, "Bloody Mary."
A waiter shook his head, "Sorry, we're outta tomato juice. Anything else I could get'cha?"
"Devil's Candy."
'Duo's favorite. Said it was the best drink ever invented…' she thought mindlessly.
He smiled, "Comin' right up."
She felt a presence behind her, but ignored it.
"How do you know Duo Maxwell?"
It was if the speaker had read her mind and she noted the voice monotone.