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She sat at the bar silently watching him watching her. The night had been long and hard, full of monotonous glitter laced bullshit from exotic dancing and she was drained. To leave might’ve not been the best financial decision she had made during the week but her mental state was soured and she needed a gin & tonic, that she had paid for, in a bar that didn’t smell like Victoria’s Secret body spray, old men and overpriced Moet, scents all numbed by the veneer of business class cocaine. Out of place, but it was nice. Not nice in the normal, polite, neat & tidy way you dress for relatives you never see on Christmas day, fain by the vanilla of ‘real life’. But rather, the way you used to feel when you were fifteen, sneaking out to fuck your boyfriend for the first time, whose name you can’t really stand to hear even now, but still you enjoy remembrance in some sort of smut ridden romantic sadism. And if you close your eyes and breathe deep long enough, you can almost remember the way he tasted of his fathers ‘borrowed’ whiskey. The way he used to run his bitten fingernails down your naked spine, as you straddled him in the driver’s seat of his beaten up death trap. Tearing your white sundress as he inhaled hard, cradling you as you whimpered softly in his ear, as he brushed your hair behind yours. 11:32pm and Semisonic ‘Closing Time’ faded in over the cheap speakers. And although she fucking hated that song, he had been polishing that glass for too long and she had been nursing her drink in turn, exchanging glances had been nice, neat & tidy, Christmas attire foreplay. No words really had conspired between the two but they both understood they’d be leaving together. She tipped the bottom of her glass into her lips, turned her head towards the door as she stared and smiled, his eyes suddenly wider, awake, he nodded immediately, tying back his dark hair, as if to say ‘enough is enough, I know, let’s go home’. And although she didn’t know his name, she wanted only to be at home with him tonight. She pushed against the heavy exit door and he joined behind her quickly, placing a warm had on her hip and one helping to push the weight of the door, it was like walking through a placid portal to ecstasy. So calm and quietly, they instantly melted, and it was nice, dirty smut nice, to walk home through the alleyway holding hands with a stranger as the lightest spring rain fell, landing in their hair, lighting up like fairy lights charged by moonlight as it burst down in waves onto the earth, guiding them both ‘home’. They shared a cigarette, blowing smoke in turns through the rain, taking pit stops in doorways to kiss as they inched their hands onto each other, unfamiliar skin like fertile land to conquer, it was naturally much desired. Their heavy breathing turned to frost in the air and he held her closer, brought her into his chest, protective as she ran her hands up his back. He kissed how cocaine felt, she was instantly enthralled. The final drag of the cigarette was there to see them off, as she flicked the dead ash, it floated through the air, waving goodbye into the drenched abbess they left outside.