last night, a la film noir Options

[RitalinJunkie]

I walked into the establishment. looking around i did not immediately see anyone i knew. The barkeep waved at me and began to ask me what they could do to help my current condition. "ill have the special", she began mixing a concoction that i had enjoyed many times before. the music started to play, and then my aquaintances who had followed me in began to insist that we begin a round of billiards as we wait for the night to wind down. it started out innocently enough, we had no clue the trouble that would arise later as we began to enjoy the slow night. Before i knew it i was out of the game. I had not been paying attention to my shots, i guess stress, or work, or my shattered love life had gotten the best of me once again. then SHE walked by. with dark circles painted about her eyes, and golden hair tied back, screaming of her long day on the job, she began to speak to us, mostly friendly banter about the specials of the night. It was her first night there, and she was beat from the rush of costomers constantly begging for more of their preferred vice. i noticed a tattoo...a small star, just within eyesight between her breasts. another tattoo revealed itself about her midsection, of a peacock feather circling her beltline. everything about her screamed "love me... that is all i want is to be loved" after a few minutes, she, began to go back into the routine of her job and asked what we would like. a slow trickle of sweat had begun on the back of my neck as i placed my order. just one more drink wont hurt. but steadily the drinks kept coming, on the house as it were, and as not to be rude i obliged by drinking them. slowly the lights began to swirl, the floor felt as if it were moving. my aquaintances noticed, and suddenly the shit hit the fan. the golden haired waitress came back to us. The authorities had found us....of all the places in the world they had to be here tonight. i heard a rush of voices, get him out quickly, dont let them see, quickly to the car....and we were off....



i awoke in the shower....not knowing where i was or what had happened....and this is my story.

[TetraGrammaton C...]

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[chook]

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