Fangs of Desire
Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin
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He smiles at me from across the countertop. The shitty live music drowning out everything else in this dingy pub on the corner of 14th Avenue really gets me in the mood for some ironic partying. I smile back, knowing better than to approach him when I can't even hear myself think. The crowd behind us goes wild as the band finally stops their noise, replacing one unwelcome earfuck with another.
Serves me right for coming to a new bar on a whim, I sigh as I straighten my figure hugging dress. Looking around, I find everyone I see decked out in band shirts and skinny Levis jeans. They all seem very underdressed to be at a bar, but if everyone's like that, maybe I'm the one who's overdressed to the party. I sigh again, feeling like the odd one out here. Raising the fruity girl drink to my lips, I down the rest of it, savoring its refreshing, complex taste that hinted of many citrus undertones. Boy, that's a hell of a drink on a night like this!