Poison Ivy
Part One: Reminiscence
I walked purposely over to the bar and rested my elbow on the hard polished surface. It wasn't much but it was enough to get me out of the house. This small club with dingy cream coloured walls, stained by years of smoke. The red velvet chairs had seen better and the cheap chipboard tables were rife with chips and rings were glasses had once been. Overall, this little club didn't give a great first impression, the dim overcast lighting made it seem murky and you almost had to swim through the amount of smoke that clung to the air. But it isn't the great furnishing I've come for.
I looked across to the tiny stage; a few people had gathered at the front to watch the band but most sat in corners or huddled around cigarette lighters. I caught the barman's eye and pointed to the nearest pump, he nodded and reached up for a pint glass, the band were much to loud to talk over. I collected my pint and change before turning to face the crowd. I'm still not sure why I came tonight, what did I expect to see? It's still the same, the only thing different is the people; a newer, younger generation seems to have picked up where mine left off. Maybe I came to reminisce all the hours I spent in this place.
It was only then that I spotted her. Shit, what is she doing hear, oh crap. I picked up my pint and walked slowly over to the corner, I had learned from experience that the unfavourable lighting of this place could play to your advantage when you need it to. I watched her closely, the way she moved, the same as it ever was, that sultry swagger and perfectly painted curved smile could bring any man to his knees. She chose her favourite seat, it didn't matter that someone was already sitting in it, I watched her bend over cutely and whisper into his ear, it wasn't long before he lost his cheeky grin and his face turned white; he scrambled away from the chair clearly embarrassed. Hmm she's still got it then, doesn't surprise me. She crossed her fish net legs and licked her lips, searching for her next victim.
Taking another sip of my pint I wondered how the hell I was going to get out of this. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair; she was unbelievable, just like she used to be. She crossed her legs again and studied the crowd, looking for a familiar face no doubt; I sunk deeper into the shadows. I can't let her see me, or it will start all over again, even now every time I close my eyes I can still see her curved lips and wide green eyes looking back at me.
"Hello stranger, not day dreaming again are we?"
I swallowed slowly as her voice send every pore on edge,
She laughed maliciously "you always liked hiding in corners didn't you?" I opened my eyes slowly; she was no more than a foot away, hand on hip licking her lips,
"And I'm always the one to come and find you".
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Well-written and descriptive. I especially like the details of the bar. Good work. However, I feel inclined to mention that, thus far, this is not exactly original. Running into familiar women in a bar whom you'd rather not run into has indeed been done. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you're going somewhere special with this.
plus one for good writing, and an admittedly cliff-hangery closing. I'm curious for more.
I can totally imagine this scene in my head now. You don't just try to get to the next event, you take your time in the writing, it's very enjoyable to read.
+1