Purple Haze and Emerald Daze 🚬
The voice appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and the figure began to take shape as the swirling haze started to thin.
“Personally, I prefer to bring my own.”
She snapped, her finger igniting like a lighter as she rested the small flame on the end of her cigarette. The glow of it shined off of her monocle as she took her first drag, slowly exhaling a cloud of purple vapor. You watch as she swiftly flicks her wrist, the flame vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared. Suddenly, in the clear sheen of themonole, you are greeted by your own reflection staring back at you as you finally look to see just who exactly has taken their place by your side at this bar.
“So, no smokes, no sips. Doesn’t exactly seem like your kind of environment, hm?”
“Maybe you just like the secondhand; far cheaper then the real thing, I’ll admit, however admittedly a bit tacky.”
You raise an eyebrow at the remark, flashing her the pack you purchased upon entry, with one already haven been taken.
“Ah, well, my apologies then for the remark. I suppose not everyone can be a chimney like myself.”
She took another drag, the smoke swirling about her like a serpent as it ascended. They were strong, whatever she was smoking, it was strong, but…..nice. Aromatic, light, almost….sweet. The violet hue was so unique, you’d never seen a cig product that color. It matched her jacket lapels and eyeshadow perfectly, and seemed to shine off of-
Shine…..her hair was terribly shiny, wasn’t it? So voluminous and silky too, you could’ve sworn it was moving even though she appeared still. You’ve been staring to long.
You quickly divert your attention forward again, back to the bar, your head in a haze, swirling like the smoke you had seen before. Maybe you just need some air…..that could be ni-
You look as the outstretched hand rests just beside you, eager yet calm, a cold stare with a sharp grin in the warm glow of the rooms lamps looking at you, awaiting your answer. You open your mouth to respond, inform the mysterious manifestation that you would like some air, however as another strand of smoke spirals around you, your thoughts soon follow.
The haze…….almost hypnotic. It’s nice. Intoxicating. Soothing.
What……what was it you were going to say? You had something to say to her, you remembered that much….but what was it?
Her hand, you must have been wanting to take her hand, that’s right! She’s been so patient, after all, it’s the least you could do. You take hold, her fingers gripping onto you, latching, locking on as she pulls you from your seat and towards the dance floor. The whole room took on a lavender hue as you feel your worries begin to drop. Anxieties, fears, uncertainties, they all seems to squirm their way out of your mind, squirming…..just like her hair.
“You made a wonderful choice,”
She said as you take your place on the floor, your hands falling into place as you begin to sway to the rhythm.
“Just one dance, love, and I can make your dreams come true! Just stick with me, listen to me, follow my lead, the rest will all fade away.”
Smoke. Everything around you seemed to be smoke at this point, with your face mirrored in her monocle as she stared back at you. This heavenly haze……this….dreamy daze…..you look up at your dance partner, time standing still while you continue to sway in the swirls that surround you. You utter one word.
