#delilahcomplex

     inked hand steered the porsche singlehandedly onto the californian interstate, chrome arm resting stationary upon thigh until the cigarette betwixt lips occasioned its deft touch. congestion had thinned and the engine purred with renewed velocity, overtaking its vehicular contenders and allaying vexation from the earlier gridlock. proximal progression towards their destination was intended to be celebrated with a drag yet as burnished digits twitched alive from inactivity, ruefully was his mouth rendered vacant by her abrupt act of thievery.

@delilahcomplex: steals the cigarette from between his teeth. yoink!

     crimson-hued lenses mostly screened intimations of demurral save for a furrowed brow and his head's languid turn towards the transgressor, reproof expressed but unvoiced. metallic digits' purpose aptly adapted and instead strayed to the left-side armrest, discreetly pushing the passenger's power window switch as a burst of acceleration fluidly bypassed a sluggish driver ahead. neither warning nor conspicuous reaction presaged the penalty for the petty crime, and she couldn't have evaded its wrath even if either had.

     donna's window was rolled down in its entirety, held open long enough to invite the blustery wind from the highway inside and style her with a more literal blowout; the opening lasted no more than a few moments but as the window smoothly returned to a close, a sideways glance directed towards his passenger and a smirk was quick to amend his former frown. the retribution's aftermath was nearly as gratifying as the pilfered cigarette itself.

PROMPTS. always accepting

The bar isn't all that crowded, but Dregs feels it could do with a few less people. It's always like this in cities, even on a Monday night. There's a beautiful woman at the bar, too beautiful, so beautiful she looks unreal. Were he a superstitious man, he might think she wasn't human.

On the third or so round of looking over to stare at her, he finds she is now looking at him, and she doesn't turn away when he catches her eye. Instead, she gestures for him to come closer. Despite being well aware that there is no one behind him, he finds himself checking, anyway, before grabbing his glass and taking the stool next to hers.