The bar's decor was of not particular importance; it was set as all bars typically were, with tables gleaming with a shine that told of not being particularly clean but wiped down with cloth. The air was heavy with smoke so sweet simply inhaling made one's head feel dizzy and lungs choke up, the ceiling of the establishment particularly foggy.
Her dress was not of particular importance either. A deep red cloth with a long cut lying both at throat and thigh, scandalous in a manner that was typical to find. She smiled at him, lips heavily rouged and twisted in a way that he couldn't help but find mocking.
"So the crow came out of his nest." She crooned, leaning in with a long pipe between two fingers. Deliberately she blew a stream of smoke in his face, bitter with something illegal.
He flashed her a dirty look, waving away the smoke and raising his hand to catch a worker's attention. His hat was damp with the rain that was pattering heavily outside, and the scent of ozone had caught onto his coat.
The waiter approached quickly, pen trapped between two eagerly shaking fingers. His eyes were wide, attention caught as the man lazily waved a hand.
"Get me a juice box. Cold."
 Siyaahi · Tue Jan 08, 2013 @ 02:33am · 0 Comments |
