so let me give the back drop...
imagine... an all black party, everyone wearing their flyest cocktail bubble skirts, and polished loafers. Champange and mini crumpets going round like christmas decorations, high glossed lips, and featherd fedoras... he leans up against the wall...debonaire. Side tilted hat, with a toothpick sticking out the left of his full bronze lips, honey colored skin, and intense black eyes, smooth polished goatee triangled under his bottom lip, and river flowing fade smoove to the touch. He stands up against the wall, loner, looking around scoping the scence. She winks, then she winks, then they wink mouthing "call me" as they pass him by. He smiles, he's not phazed, he's not bothered, he's not looking for anything tonight, but if the opportunity presents himself, he may just oblige. He doesnt follow rules, in fact he is wearing mud blue denim, leather bomber, and a white tee, baseball cap to the side, and informal by all means. They stare, they whisper, they tease, but behind their mocks they secretly fantasize his smooth polished hands groping their backs, and shoving his tounge down their throats... passionately, hungry, tasty. So he smirks, enjoying the boujouirs in their uppityness, knowing they wish they could be so fly...
she pulls up, steps out, the only thing black on her is her killer heel, dark golden choclate skin, wrapped in tight electric purple mini dress, barely there gold chain, and hot pink glossy-full lips. Her lashes bat, the boys stare, shes not phazed, shes not bothered, shes not looking for anything tonight, she's still healing from "the other night", but she's confident, she stands out, the only thing black on her is her Killer heel.
people wine, they dine, they act like money is a treat in all their exclusivness, in their black cocktail dresses, and button down slacks, black shades, and red lips. But they stand out. Her bright mini dress, hugging every curve and pinch in her waist, her big curly hair, ringlets dropping down her face, and those oh so hot pink glossy-full lips, dripping onto her chest. Him, in his leather bomber, and white tee, hat tilted to the side, and mud blue denim jeans, sagging exposing flannel boxers and a built frame. She stares... he stares...
she winks, he winks back. his gaze catches her gaze, and they talk with their eyes. He leans up against the wall, and grabs a champagne glass, then he thinks maybe take two. He grabs another, and holds it up obliging her presence and mouths "join me"...
she steps, he steps, they step... then meet in the middle.
no words,
she grabs glass,
he taps glass,
he steps up to her, his breath gliding beside her neck, she breathes, then he breathes leaning closer to her ear...
whispering he speaks
"cheers cinderella, i have been looking for you all night"
she tilts her head and looks up, licks her lips then smirks, before she speaks, it begins to tick...
11:59
thirty seconds, she gots to go, she winces, he ask "why so sudden?"
she smiles, kisses his cheek, then turns around. he looks, confused, and dazed, reaching for her hand as the crowd shuffles in, as she she continues, she turns around catching him standing there looking as she walks away, the crowd was shuffling in.
He wasnt supposed to be phazed, he wasnt even supposed to be bothered, he wasnt even looking for the oppurtunity, only if it presented itself. Now it was gone...
he looks down, thinking to himself "that was the prettiest round brown i have ever seen... didnt even get her name... Damn."
while looking down, he catches it, mingled with cocktail napkins and chard champagne glasses, the only thing black on her... the "killer heel"
"damn cinderella"
it was midnight...
to be continued
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kj
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