Pretty Young Thing

I rushed upstairs, focused on changing out of my grimy sweat pants and grey hoodie. I pulled on some tight black skinny jeans with some struggle and wrapped a black button up around me. I had no idea what kind of bar this was but I didn’t want to show up in a hoodie if it did turn out to be posh. I quickly sent Kyle a text asking for an address. He texted back almost immediately – he must be waiting for me. Was this like a date? Just us on our own together? I couldn’t hear Bob or Ray in the background when I called him so I was guessing he was on his own. I pondered whether this meeting was romantic or not as I checked my scruffy hair in the mirror, patting it down slightly. I flicked my collar down and smoothed out some creases that lay across my abdomen with my tattooed hands. I gave myself a self-satisfied smirk; I looked good.

I nearly forgot my keys as I walked towards my creaky door. I snatched them from my desk and tucked them into my pocket along with my phone and wallet before checking my hair one last time in the mirror.

It was mid-October and the brisk wind whipped and tussled my hair as I opened the door. Goosebumps trickled down my arms – making my hair stand on edge. I grumbled and threw on a large leather jacket to cover myself up before finally leaving.

I crossed my arms tightly, the leather straining against the new movement. My thighs made slight whooshing sounds as I walked as fast as my short legs would take me to my destination. It was rather dark now – the orange streetlights lit up my pathway, and shone off bushes and shrubs that decorated the lawns on people’s houses. I yanked my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. 10:13pm. I stuffed it back into my pocket and carried on my speedy pace.

As the bar came into view I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t lost like I thought I was. A slight tug behind my eyes reminded me that I hadn’t had a cigarette in a few hours. I felt around in my pocket before realizing I didn’t think to bring any with me. Shit. I scrunched my eyes as the absence of nicotine slowly took its toll on me. Now that I realized I wouldn’t be able to get my fix for a few more hours – maybe the whole night – was definitely making it worse. Kyle didn’t smoke, I couldn’t ask him for one. I scanned my surroundings searching for some underpaid worker that might be on a smoke break, or some drunkard that was slumped over with a pack on show for me to take. There was no joy. I sighed before tugging at the ends of my hair lightly and tracing the spirals of my scorpion; trying to distract myself. I half-heartedly wandered up to the bright entrance that made my eyes slightly burn even more than they were already.

“Hey man!” Kyle smiled and waved me over towards him. He was sitting at the bar. “Hey.” I forced a smile and sat down next to his body that was now facing me. I really need a drink. He now smelled of liquor and I could tell that he had downed a few more drinks before I got here. He engulfed me in a hug that I returned, taking the opportunity to smell his blond tousles that somehow always seemed to smell like vanilla. When I go back to his place I must check what shampoo he uses. He seemed to be pretty keen on the unspoken idea as well as he held onto me a second too long, pulling me to the edge of my stool – closer to him. I smiled up at the female bartender that seemed to be eyeing me up and down. She was barking up the wrong tree but I guess I really did look good – just as I hoped I did. “Two more vodkas please.” I smirked and winked at her; causing a blush to flood over her pale cheeks.

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