"So, Murdoc, how's the nose?" She frowns, then starts poking at it. 'Ow, that hurts!' I thought, hissing. She retreated her finger, and tipped back another shot. I sloshed around my whiskey, thinking of a conversation starter. but, really, what do you say to the person who you just admitted feelings for,especially if you had just slept with that person, and you were a satanist womanizer with a skill at messing up shit? Good question.
I noticed she had gone back to her apartment, and had gotten a change of clothes. They weren't too slutty, a little revealing, sure. It was a neon purple pair of daisy dukes, but with hot pink leggings underneath. The shirt? A Black Blood on the Dance Floor shirt. Shoes? Knee-high black Leather boots, that I'm pretty sure 2D gave her. She had taken off the promise ring he gave her, which I was secretly glad for.
Her hair was down, chestnut curls cascading down her shoulders. Quiet a pretty female, if you ask me.
"So, Paula, what are we gonna do?" I question. She frowns, and shrugs her shoulders. Now, I'm not a man of many words, (Romantically, anyway) The farthest I'd gone with feelings on a bird, was "Hey, nice tits."
So these stupid feelings were... Unexpected. Not necessarily bad, but confusing.
"I don't really know, Muds. Maybe we can go someplace... Less public? And talk this through?" I nodded, and slammed down 20 pounds.{An: I'm American, so I don't really know about pounds, so I'm just guessing that's equivalent to $20.} And walked out, to Paula's apartment.
{An: Ok! First person to review gets... Internet sandwiches! Aren't you drooling, just thinking of all those sandwiches?
I shall post on the 8th, M'kay, so stay away from drugs till then, drugs are bad, M'kay?