There is a lady in the place when I stop in near closing time.
She has red leather pants and a bad attitude. Which one led to the other, I wonder? There’s no way they’re not connected. A chicken and the egg scenario I’m determined to get to the bottom of.
Leather pants. Man. What could be going on in a person’s life where they think that’s some kind of solution?
She’s hostile. Surly. Mean. Just my type.
She knows it now too. Can smell it on me. Watched me metamorphose into a moth to be drawn to her flame. Now she’s engaged. Wants the power I offer her. Wants the chance to wound again.
She smiles at me. Oh man, am I ever in deep shit now.
At least I’m gonna find out if the bad attitude is something that will peel off of her along with those pants.
A warm, funky mess waiting to be discovered.
Muse Vassal 