Post by Dominic M. Hayes on Aug 31, 2009 15:32:09 GMT -5
Happy Birthday.
Gentle hand brush along the rough walls, the intricate feel of rustic wood under her petite digits sent shivers throughout her frame. Each step she took sending a faint echo through the room. A small hum came to her throat. The song coming to her head, taking over each memory with no fight, easily corrupting every thought. "Afternoon Gray" the man spoke. The girl simply smiled, nodding his way.
Like a needle needs a vein, like uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rein, I need you. Like a lighthouse needs a coast, like father and the son need a holy ghost....I need you. I wanna drink that shot a whiskey, I wanna smoke that cigarette.
Inhaling a deep silent breath, lids closed over her pale grey pools, not really making a difference, yet it added to the moment. Hand released from the wall, feet strategically moving away from it, stepping towards the inside, moving to the center. Where was it? She had almost got this place down pat for steps. Each purple rocket dog boot stepped in front of the other, boldly.
I wanna get lost in some corner booth, Cantina Mexico. I wanna dance to the static an AM radio. Wanna wrap the moon around us, lay beside you skin on skin. Make love till the sun comes up, till the sun goes down again. Cause I need you.
It wouldn't, couldn't be like this. The girl had yet to tour the rest of this town, though she had managed to find her way to the bar many times. Empty. Bare. Cold. Sound familiar? It didn't seem right. A short laugh escaped out her vocal box, her sweet melodic laugh piercing the small rooms atmosphere. It didn't seem right.
Dark loose curls hung at her lower back, some sprawled over either shoulder and down her chest. Side bangs sweeping across her sun kissed forehead ever so smoothly as her footsteps ceased. The quiet room filled her equally quiet head. I need you[/b] the whisper slipped past her tainted lips, the slightest echo going throughout the elegant room. Delicate smile lay upon her fascade, now knowing where she was.
"Gray, you can't keep coming in here you know" the bigger man spoke behind the counter, faint sound of glass clinking together. He must be putting them away. The girl had come here many times, Joe, the bar owner, let her in for a few hours during the day, when no one was in. It was her get away. From what? You know you love me[/b] she spoke, a light smile playing on her features. The man was too kind, and Nick knew he enjoyed her company, as she did his. A short laugh came from the man, "you got me there" and with that, he went back to washing the glasses once again.
Her steps where smooth, arms held out in front of her, a ghost taking it's place in front as the slow foxtrot took over. The smooth sound of Kenny G's 'Gettin' on the step' played in her mind, soon becoming surreal as Joe turned to the sound system here, the small button being pushed as light music swelled inside the room. It had to be sound proof. Who would hear?
This seemed right.
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