A dark moon rose

“And everywhere I go is fun, right?” Sasha teased Ivy as the two bumped hips before leaning on he bar, Sasha ordering a double vodka and popping a cigarette in their mouth despite the bartender’s protest.

“Seriously, I don’t have any on me!” Sasha glared at the man in front of them, their eyes traveling around uneasily, trying to find someone to call in for help. The junkie obviously wasn’t taking their word seriously and they just wanted to get rid of him. But it was hard to do so when they were a bit tipsy after their shift at the strip club. They were still in their high heels and black lingerie, a thin black robe that hid almost nothing.

Do you prefer blondes, brunettes or redheads?

“Only about trivial everyday shit.” They shrugged lightly and smirked, pulling a hand away from the rear and reached out to push a few hairs that had stuck to Ivy’s lipgloss.

“I’d rather it’s me the one biting, but hey, I wouldn’t complain too much.” Sasha spoke and their Russian accent began leaking too much between words as they chatted with a flirtous tone and their eyes twinkled, flying at the brunette beside them ever so often.

Telling myself? Bite me, princess.

You know I have no problem buying you drinks all night beautiful. Get in.

Awesome. Who’s driving?

Wanna get out of town? So we don’t have to worry about your old man’s spies spotting us.