Tail to Mouth
Rarely late, but
striving not to be early, Chloe arrived to find the party already in
full swing. Relieved not to be the first (the awkward silence between
host and first guest had terrified her since the first time in
happened, at a mermaid party for a neighbour's fourth birthday) and
also slightly miffed to have missed so much already, (what if someone
had already copped off with Stevie Fields?) she bypassed the front
door and nipped round the back, where she could slip into the kitchen
unnoticed.
“Wotcha.” Lindsay
gave her an upward nod, the cigarette in her mouth glowing brighter
as she inhaled. “How long you been here?”
Chloe could hardly
claim 'ages' when she still had her coat on, could she? “Ages.”
She held up a four-pack of Bulmer's cherry cider. “Had to nip back
out for some bevvies.”
“Cool.” Lindsay
stubbed out the cigarette. “Gi's one.”
“Here.” Chloe tore
a bottle from the cardboard covering and she peered through the
kitchen door. “Who's the guy in the devil mask?”
“Dunno. He looks a
bit old for this crowd. Maybe someone's brother?”
“Maybe.” Chloe took
the bottle opener Lindsay handed her and popped open a cider. She
leaned against the oven and studied the boy. He was muscled like a
dancer and moved like an angel, his skin glistening as if oiled. If
she stared at him enough, he might notice her and come over.
“You should dance
with him.”
“Nah.” Chloe
watched the way candlelight flowed over his pecs. “Not my type.”
2 comments:
Oh, Chloe... Bless. (Though I'd do the same.)
"Rarely late, but striving not to be early" Story of my life (as well as the lad). J?
Today's prompt "a character a bit like you" and yes. J.
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