I noticed her from across the bar. About 5'7, probably 115lbs, in a pair of baggy jeans that still somehow hugged her ass, and a black zip-up hoodie over a tight shirt with an odd looking picture stretched over her breasts. Her natural hair color was either black or dark brown judging by the dark roots of her dyed blonde hair. Her eyes looked blue, maybe green, possibly hazel, they changed each time I looked. At first she looked out of place in the Dungeon, a little known and really out of place bar/club smack in the middle of the bible belt. But then I saw the black fingernails on the ends of her small hands, and the black lipstick on her cute doll-like face; the silver ring in her left nostril helped some too.
"Are you gonna fuckin' stare or buy her drink, Jizaz?" Meaka, the bartender and part owner asked me. She was rude as a defense to keep guys like me from asking her out, I knew cause I asked her out once. "I mean Christ, unless you got x-ray vision, you ain't gonna see nothin' but black fabric and a pale face."
I smiled and shook my head. "You got a way with words, ya know?" I looked up at Meaka, she raised her eyebrows at me. "Buy her whatever she wants, give her the whole damn bottle if she asks." I said finally. As she turned off, I remembered something. "Wait, Wait. If you can, see what's on her shirt.. I don't wanna be accused of talking to her tits." I requested.
In less time then I could've gone to the bathroom, I heard "Angel to Devil in Sixty Seconds." I whirled around to see the girl standing behind me with a bottle of Skyy in her black-nailed hand. She must have noticed the stunned look on my face, cause she pointed to her shirt and read aloud. "'Angel To Devil In Sixty Seconds.' You told Meaka to find out for you." She sat down next to me and poured me and her a shot from the vodka bottle. "I figured I could tell you myself as thanks for the drink." We downed our shots and she said "Names Candi, with an I."
"Well Candi with an I, I'm Jeremy." I poured her another shot, opting myself to keep what little sobriety I had left. "Most people around here just call me Jizaz, with an I and a Z and an A and another Z."
She downed the shot, and I saw her work out the letters silently. She looked me over. "Long curly brown hair, shaggy looking beard, and..." she glanced down at my feet. "Sandals. Now why do they call you Jizaz?" she joked.
Two hours later, we had killed the bottle of Skyy. Well I only had four more shots, Candi took out the rest of it with a little help from Meaka and some other mutual friends, and she was seriously fucked up. At three AM, it was last call, and we were the only ones in the bar. As for Candi, it took a little more than sixty seconds to turn her from Angel to Devil. However, Her position had changed from the barstool next to me, to straddling my lap on the same barstool kissing me every so often with her pierced tongue while we talked about pointless things. I was just about to slide my hand down the back of her pants when Meaka walked up and very loudly set a half empty bottle of Skyy on the bar in front of us. "Last Call." She ordered. "You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta go somewhere." she slurred and took a drink out of the vodka.
I pretty much carried Candi to the door. She was still trying to kiss me, and I wasn't trying to stop her. Walking, carrying a drunk girl, and kissing at the same time could be difficult though. It wasn't until I was standing in the alley behind The Dungeon that I knew I went out the back door. "You want me to get a cab for you?" I asked Candi, who was clinging to my neck.
