#bludsuckr

They're ENTANGLED in one another, interwoven like too much boardwalk COTTON CANDY. Him and his VENOMOUS CANE SUGAR WRETCH. The lacquered nails not currently gripped in his steadying grip raise to SCRATCH absently at this stubble — DREAMY and SOUTHERN SWEET. Her too-glossed lips GLEAM in the dim bar lighting, parting to expose the way she playfully runs a tongue over one BLUNTED CANINE.

❝Fifteen,❞ the challenge laid tenderly at his BOOT CLAD feet. ❝And if he gets handsy then I get to eat him,❞ she murmurs teasingly. Her tone some SIREN SONG of a sound. She sways into him, effortless in the trust of his embrace catching her. All things PRINCESS and SPOILED ROTTEN.

Her gently sloped nose brushes his, sharing a NON-BREATH. ╭AN ALMOST KISS╮

The moment SHATTERS against the floor like a dropped vinyl, her sneakers MARCHING over the shards as she moves to lean in on the edge of the table. EYES swivel to her as though she'd become the ONLY beacon in the gloom, like a STAR.

❝My boyfriend over there says I'm terrible at the game, but I'd like to think I'm really good.❞ A manicured thumb jerks over her shoulder back at him on the term BOYFRIEND, as though there truly were any such light words to describe their OBSESSIVE UNDYING ORBIT of each other.

; — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀🩸

The pressure of his hand has her leaning softly backward into him, pressing into his grip like a FLOWER TURNING TO THE SUN. He smells like LEATHER and warmth and a hint of her own glitter-blitzed marlboro smoke. His FAVORITISM is doted back onto him by LEAPS and BOUNDS as she curls HOT PINK varnished nails around the edges of his coat billowing her side.

Her DIRTY SHIRLEY — she MADE him go up to the bartender to order, just to laugh SUNSHINE at the phrase leaving his lips — sloshes GRENADINE along her sticky diner sneakers. KEEN honey eyes alight on a table of FRAT REJECTS playing a little too competitively and she SEIZES it much like a barn cat would an errant mouse. Blonde strands swaying against his stubbly cheek as she puts GLOSSED lips to his ear —

❝Five bucks says the big stupid one in the backwards cap falls for it first,

love,  she  learned  at  a  young  age,  was  never  given  freely.  it  was  conditional  and  came  with  suffocating  expectations.  it  was  earned  through  accomplishment,  obedience,  and  perfection.  home  was  subjective,  at  least  to  her.  anything  with  four  walls  and  central  heating.  tonight,  home  is  a  twenty-four  hour  diner.  anatomy  textbook  laid  out  before  her,  hair  twisted  around  her  finger,  and  a  ceramic  mug  of  lukewarm  coffee  a  lightless  beacon  of  life  force.  at  least,  that's  WHAT  SHE  THOUGHT  of  it. 

she's  not  alone.  across  the  aisle  is  some  guy  her  age,  already  looking.  at  her.

“  can  i  help  you?  ”she  asks,  although  by  her  intonation,  she  has  literally  no  intention  of  helping  whatsoever.  read  the  room. 

time   had   been   lost   to   memory,   and   he   had   found   himself   somewhere   new   again.   his   head   was   always   in   a   daze   when   he   came   out   of   it...   time,   people,   sound...   it   all   seemed   to   move   slower   as   his   body   recovered.   eyes   were   devoid   of   meaning,   likely   as   dark   as   the   night   sky   through   the   diner   windows.

he   didn't   notice   he'd   been   staring,   so   much   as   he   has   to   glance   around   to   see   if   she's   talking   to   someone   else.   daze,   weary   daze.

"oh,"   harry   cleared   his   throat   and   blinked.   she   was   pretty,   but   he   was   too   devoid   of   feeling   for   nerves   to   strike   him.   "i'm   not   from   here."

the   way   he   spoke   was   lost.   it   was   obvious,   in   a   way,   he   didn't   know   how   he   ended   up   here.   or   where   here   was.

blinking,   he   shifted   so   his   legs   were   outside   of   the   booth   so   he   could   face   hers.   a   hand   lifts   to   push   through   blond   hair,   and   he   takes   a   slow   breath,   bones   still   uneasy   from   the   shift.   "i   was   just   wondering   if   you   knew   a   good   motel   or   something."

the  sort  of  darkness  that  breeds  bad  blood  and  worse  decisions.  the  world  was  already  going  to  shit,  might  as  well  take  a  smoke.  MARTY  JUST  NEEDED  A  LIGHT.  must  be  his  lucky  day,  because  the  glowing  beacon  of  hope  in  the  form  of  a  half-spent  cigarette  was  bobbing  right  there  in  the  shadow  of  the  brick  archway. “  hey,  spare  me  a  light?  ”

Pretty head tips in the direction of the sound, dim back light catching the high apples of her cheeks. The sweep of her lashes fluttering as she looks him up and down.

╭BEAUTIFUL LITTLE BEAST╮

There's the silent inhale and flash CRIMSON of the cherry of the marlboro slotted between her shimmering lips — ❝Sure, doll.❞

MANICURED NAILS extend a ridiculous MY MELODY lighter clutched in her fingers, clicking one of the bunny ears to IGNITE the flame coming out of the other.

; — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀🩸

Her HEART is some RIOTOUS GREEDY BEAST these days, particularly with HIM. — Her pretty David and his Desperate Bubblegum PRINCESS.

Music THRUMS from the STOLEN speakers she paraded into the SUNKEN hotel lair, she swipes clumsily at the phone ALSO STOLEN to queue up the song she wants. A STEADY BEAT begins pulsing along the cavernous space, petite frame quickly bouncing on her dainty HOT PINK pedicured toes. Alcohol flowing ichor through ROTTEN veins, her hips sway round dizzyingly — poured into her denim cutoffs like TOO MUCH SAND IN THE HOURGLASS. Manicured claws lift sensually above her head with the flow over her body — SANGUIS FEMME FATALE.

It happens like LIGHTNING, like BAPTISM. His calloused hand slips into one of her own, TUGGING her into his body. BLEACH smothered blonde flashing like a halo as her back becomes flush with his chest. Her pulse SKIPS, unaware of its existence in the realm of the past tense. His body steady and WARM behind her, smelling so strongly of LEATHER and amber and spice.

VENOM pools on her tongue as she presses further back into him, a delicate hand guiding one of his to her hip before stretching to FURROW her nails through the hair at the nape of his neck. The dance is little more a sinuous, insatiable ROLL of her body against his own, WORSHIPING at his altar like some glittering devotee.