Heavy Metal Hamsters
The movie was playing when Elle leaned over and whispered.
"Which one of us picked this?"
"Neither. It was the only thing playing."
"It's boring."
"Very."
Elle fished out her cell phone. They were in the back, far from other patrons. "Look at this."
Emily leaned over. The picture appeared to be rodents done up like ZZ Top. "What is that?"
"A joke I got, that doesn't make sense to me. Heavy Metal Hamsters. It's a photo story going round the Net, about this Alvin and the Chipmunks thing, except it's for adults. Sex, drugs, rock and roll."
"And hamsters." "And hamsters. Which is creepy."
"I had a gerbil when I was a kid. Now he'll be burned into my brain wearing a leather jacket and a cigarette in his mouth."
"It's supposed to be funny."
"People have twisted humor."
"Very. Shall we leave?"
"Where to?"
Elle was very close to Emily. So close that it didn't seem unnatural when their lips brushed ever so lightly. And then Elle pulled back, waiting for the reaction.
Emily licked her lips. It had been a good first-date kiss, really. Passionate and delicate. Most men never had the subtly to grasp those basics.
Emily licked her lips again. "Want to come over to my place for a nightcap?"
Elle smiled. "Sure, Emily. Let's do that."
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