Heavy with mood
"Drinking hard tonight eh? I\'ve never seen you here before."
She says.
Her voice is rich and thick like honey.
"I\'m Charolette. My pals call me Charlie."
she extends a creamy arm.
I can only stare.
She stares back at me.
.....
....
...
"I\'m sorry...My Name is Robin."
I take her soft hand in mine and shake it.
She smiles.
Even in this terrible lighting I could tell her teeth were sparkling.
Her eyes were dark and inviting.
Her skin was smooth and soft...I didn\'t want to let go.
To my dismay she retracted her hand.
"Nice name Robin..." She said, genuinely meaning it.
Heavy with mood
Jay came back.
Blue liquid in hand with Charlie\'s name practically stamped there.
Her eyes lit up with sudden fun.
"Down the hatch." She winked at me and gulped it down.
I was only minorly sipping it.
I felt embarassed.
"You know something...I remember reading an article By some woman named Robin Lonna...ah..I love the burn from the liquor..."
Charlie placed her finger on her throat.
Slowly she traced it down her neck to her chest.
"mmmmh..."She groaned.
All I could think about was her intense beauty.
...
Wait...
"I"m Robin Lonna." I said softly.
Charlie was in mid gulp when I said that.
She had her head tilted up letting the alcohol slid down.
Her eyes darted down at me.
Slowly Charlie sat her glass down and her face lit up.
"Well then, You should come home with me."
She grabbed my hand.
She slapped down a fifty, paying for both of our drinks.
She practically dragged me through the bar.
Out the door.
"Got a car? I sure as hell dont!" She chuckled.
I nodded.
We walked to my car and all the while I thought.
Who is she?
Why me?
Does she like my shitty articles?
Is she into chicks?
Are we about to hookup?
Am I making a mistake going to her place?
Why does she smell like orange blossoms?
How does she get her hair to flip like that?
Do I take a left on fifth?
As my thoughts danced a dizzy tango I nearly hit a curb.
"we\'re here!" She sang. She Sang!
Even in a playful sing-song tone her voice was beautiful!
"C\'mon Robin!"
Up the stairs.
The many, many stairs.
The oh so dizzy stairs.
With softness in my palm.
Heavy with mood
Hours upon hours we talked about writing.
We talked of rich American literature.
I learned she was half Greek,
So we talked of European literature as well.
Hours upon hours passing by.
We spoke of language, music and art.
Her favorite music was folk and acousitc.
So we talked and I learned.
But then I thought of how this entire evening had been random.
How did I get here?
Why did I agree to go with her?
Did I even really agree?
I chuckled.
It was the first laugh I had in awhile.
"What is it?" Charlie asked smiling sweetly.
She had such pronounced dimples!
I stared for a second and came back to my senses.
"It\'s kinda funny. I thought we were going to...I dont know...haha."
Charlie started to laugh. Her laugh sounded like a song.
"In all honesty You\'re not my type! But there was something
intriguing. I dont know...Sleeping with you would be like...
sleeping with an infant."
I wasn\'t as insulted as one might think.
For some reason those words made me feel happy.
"What\'s your favorite book Charlie?" I asked softly.
I havent a clue why I felt the need to ask her this.
"Jane Eyre. No contest."
Slow like honey,
Heavy with mood.