"Tell me about her."
"Tell you what? What does it matter? She already got me!"
"Tell me."
"Fine you want a story how about this; we met, we talked, we fucked, she killed me. The end."
"I can find her but I need your help tell me everything you know."
"Fine where do you want me to start?"
"Here's a crazy thought: how about the beginning?"
"Well if you want to be clichΓ© about it."
I first saw her in that night club Verboten, on 11
th
street in Brooklyn. The place had a lot of people in it but it seemed pretty chill. I was there visiting my sister after her break up with some jackass who wouldn't leave her alone. My brothers and I drew straws and after a heated debate and a lot of rock paper scissors matches we settled on me going.
I had been there for six days already and I needed a break from the crying. Look I don't care if it sounds insensitive, you don't know my sister. I checked online and I saw some good reviews for this place so I hopped a cab from my sister's apartment.
What? Over on Parkside Avenue. Number 123. Why? Whatever. Anyway I was hoping maybe I could find some cute girl to talk with maybe even score. I was talking with this cute little blonde at the bar, not too bright, fake tits the size of Texas.
Then I saw her, and it was like the whole world suddenly disappeared. She was walking toward me with this swagger. It was like she wasn't human, the way she moved it was like living water. Almost like the people crushing in on every side didn't exist to her.
It was like everything had been grey but here was a splash of bright blue and vibrant red. She exuded a presence, a feeling when she talked to you as if you were the only one in the world that mattered to her.
It was as if- what? What do you mean I'm babbling? You wanted a story now you just sit there and shut up.
Anyway where was I, she came over and leaned against the bar between me and the blonde. I swear she thrust her tits right under my nose. And they were great I could tell they were natural, nothing like that dumb blonde's silicon sweater meat.
Anyway the blonde backed off immediately almost like she knew she was beat. This girl shakes her head and shook her hair out. It was that nice reddish brown, what's it called... auburn? Yeah auburn. She looks at me and asked me my name.
"Tom." I managed to choke out.
God her voice was like music, like the sound of nature, like water weaving through your senses. It was sexier than any dirty talk I had ever heard. It wrapped around my soul and I was caught in her web. Which was exactly where I wanted to be at the time, kind of a bad call looking back on it though.
Then this girl holds her hand out to the bartender and he hands her a shot glass, which she held out to me.
"Whiskey, Tom?"
I don't even like whiskey but goddammit if she wanted me to drink it, it was going to get drunk. I grabbed the glass from her and tossed it back not even caring about the spicy taste or the burn down my throat. She smiled and leaned forward and planted her lips on mine. They were strangely cool but I didn't think anything of it at the time.