Jane 2

The sound of grunge rock wafted through the air and into Jane's ears from across the street. She cast her eyes up to look at the dingy bar, with it's group of rugged, dirty, angst-ridden kids littering the entrance, smoking their lives short without guilt. Within a second she's walking across the street and into the hole-in-the-wall bar that calls her name, silently in the smokey night.

I'm sipping on my IPA when this little doll pushes through the door and steps into the bar. She's got this mess of long, black hair covering her shoulders with bangs hanging over half of her face. She has this short, black cotton dress on. It's loose but thin so she leaves little to the imagination when the wind blows. She's wearing a pair of red cowboy boots that cut off at her ankles and she's carrying what looks like a black cat, sideways. She hesitates at the door as she takes in the room and the people. She puts her hand to her bangs and lifts them up for a better view. Instantly, I fall for her and that gesture. I watch as she licks her lips and starts walking to the bartender. Turns out the cat she's carrying is a bag, curious enough, she plops it on the counter and unzips it's side to pull some money out. The ragged thing looks a mess as it's matted fake fur starts to collect the puddles of beer from the counter.

I keep my eyes on her as she mouths her order to the bartender, kisses the bill she's holding, and slaps it into his hand. He laughs as a reaction and turns quickly to make her drink. She leans on the counter and shifts her body to face the room. Her eyes instantly connect with mine and my face must have betrayed me by showing my stunned reaction. She laughs and continues to scan the room with a flush of color in her cheeks. Fucking idiot, I think to myself.