Cigarettes, Chianti and Karaoke

Cigarettes, Chianti and Karaoke

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Every time she shook hands in conversation, the hot embers of her cold extra-long cigarette charmed her. Much time had passed on his attention to his speech and his green eyes. He could only think that the familiar smoky smell was attacking his nostrils, his neurons. He had just finished eating linguine and clams paired with Chianti at Mama Rosina's restaurant on Elm Street. Actually, it was a date - their first date. They met at a party hosted by mutual friends and immediately made it a hit. He asks her out at the end of the night and she says yes.

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Cigarettes, Chianti and Karaoke
Every time she shook hands in conversation, the hot embers of her cold extra-long cigarette charmed her. Much time had passed on his attention to his speech and his green eyes. He could only think that the familiar smoky smell was attacking his nostrils, his neurons. He had just finished eating linguine and clams paired with Chianti at Mama Rosina's restaurant on Elm Street. Actually, it was a date - their first date. They met at a party hosted by mutual friends and immediately made it a hit. He asks her out at the end of the night and she says yes. After their Italian dinner, they stopped in a busy restaurant parking lot. "Can I draw?" Without hesitation, she hands him a lipstick-stained cigarette, clutching his hand with her long, clear, neat fingernails. He held the cigarette between his front and middle fingers drew it to his lips and took a deep breath. He felt his lips and cheeks - even up to his jaw - as his mouth and lungs filled with smoke. But something was different. Peppermint?! "Is it menthol?" He complained of running his fingers through his premature gray, almost salt-and-pepper hair. "Oh, beggars can't be choosers." He shrugged his shapely shoulders and took another pull before handing the cigarette back to him. This time, he slowly inhaled the smoke, feeling the pungency, fun, and coolness of the menthol touching his throat and chest. He felt his muscles and mind relax as his heart beats a little faster. "Hey," she sighed, "thanks for the butt." "It's all good, man," she said. She tilted her head to the left, her raven locks falling back, her sultry summer dress matching her slanting eyes and, oh, that smile... Should I interrupt my thoughts before continuing to investigate him, which was probably good? No, I really shouldn't. I can't! He thought. "Where did you go?" "Huh?" "Greetings?" "Greetings!" "Dude, you just vacated. And... you see." He was surprised, his face turning red as he turned his eyes to the side. "Oh, sorry... I, ah, I didn't mean to..." "I didn't say I had it in mind. I was just stating the obvious." He playfully waved his lighter and flashed a wide, toothy smile as his heart raced. "Want to go for a walk with me?" "Okay. Show me the way." In an instant, she was next to him. They walked together, enjoying the light New England breeze late at night in August. "It's a very good night," he thought, breaking the comfortable silence. "Yes, finally. A welcome change from tonight's humidity. Maybe we'll get lucky and it will rain soon." "Okay?! I step out of my condo, and when I go to the yellow grass in October it's like I'm stepping on leaves. And all my plants are dead. It's too bad." His emotion was gleaming in his eyes and his heart turned to the scene. What happens to him? He hardly knew her, and he was feeling all these... all these things! "Need a cigarette?" He offered, pulling two from his pack. "Sure, thanks," he replied, not missing a beat. "But you don't mind if we share again?" "What? Can't handle the menthol," she scoffed and held back one. He became irritated when they stopped in a swollen bar parking lot. All she saw was a big lighter decorated with mint, yellow and white flowers from a compact black handbag hanging over her shoulder. "Offsets the flavor of the lipstick quite nicely." "Do you like the taste of my lipstick?" He teased, looking straight into her dark brown eyes as he wrapped his lips around the filter and wiped it gently before unplugging the cigarette from his mouth. "Yes, I do," he whispered, closing the space between them. He tilted his chin up, and he leaned toward her, his face hovering over it. "I want another taste," she breathed. He died in it. He touched her lips and stroked both sides of her face softly in his hands. At some point, he slightly opened his mouth and instigated their first kiss. Then, when they thoroughly examined each other's mouths, they hesitantly parted. He felt that the ground was slipping under his feet. They shared some top 10 kisses in their 28 years, but this was #1! He saw fireworks, butterflies in his stomach, and felt the earth spinning on its axis—nine yards full! what a woman! She was smart, funny, independent, and successful – all traits they shared, and that made their first meeting so enjoyable. She was a natural beauty to boot. And they definitely had red-hot chemistry — it lasted all evening, but that kiss was positive. On the other hand, she was a smoker! "very nice!" He involuntarily licked his lips and said, "Ready to break out that cigarette now?" He looked into her light. He never wanted more. "Ab-so-lute-ly!" He flung his cigarette back and forth between knowing eyes and a warm smile. As they smoked together, she told him without words how she felt about the powerful kiss they had just shared. Once he had stamped a cigarette in an ashtray post provided by the bar, he decided to go inside to check out the place and have a drink. Inside, she turns to him at the bar and says, "It's karaoke night!" "Very well," he replied, matching his excited tone. After the two ordered the Alabama Slammers, they teased each other about who they imitated. When his punch-like drinks arrived, he stuck his glass to himself. She smiled like a Cheshire cat with her twinkling eyes as she took a generous sip and moved on to the music. The amateur singers would laugh and sing loudly when they took to the stage to have fun with their favorite cover songs. She jumped off her barstool at one point and shouted the lyrics to a song she barely knew. When the number was over, he gave her a smile and said, "I'll be back." As he waited for her to return from the woman's room, he took in his surroundings for the first time—a crowd of faces, neon lights, and a long strip with only empty stools scattered. This place was kind of popular. The people were as diverse as the songs chosen by the karaokes to sing. He was glad it happened on the spot. He went back to squeeze his slammer, wondering what was keeping him. Before long, he saw her - not out of the toilet, but on stage! Some kind of woman, okay! Excited to hear her singing voice and watch her performance (Stöber Even), she stood for a better view. Clapped loudly and hummed, their eyes met only when she started singing a song he knew very well. Clearly on-point for karaoke, he went wild, marveling at her musical performances and melodious voice. He pulled out the chorus that had settled with him in his mind. "Major, Carolina Tell, Calif. Somewhere green, some hot. On the mountain, under the sea. where? It doesn't matter as long as we're leaving; together somewhere. I have a quarter Hades, Carolina Tell, Calif."  He finished the song with a bang, hugged Mike close by, and told the room, "Thank you, all of you, for bringing out the old-fashioned country bumpkin in me!" He had to laugh at her 'accent', which he knew was fake. This was the life of New England. He welcomed her to the bar, holding her glass to cheers. Then, he hugged her, twirling her as she moaned, "Wow, you were on fire in there! You sure are full of surprises!" "Yeah, well, I thought I'd mix it up a bit. I love pop and rock just as much as the next guy, but I need my country too." "Me too!" They said. "I'm a huge fan. But how do you know Jodie Messina? You're 26. How were you nine when that song was big?" "I was actually ten years old," she corrected. "And my parents were big '90s fans. My mom loved that song! She used to play it all the time, and we would sing it together, dance in the kitchen when it was a big hit, And last longer. This is one of my favorites- it's energizing and alluring. "Oh wow! I also grew up as a parent of country fans. They introduced me to classic country—Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, Charlie Pride, and Waylon Jennings. They were also in the '80s and '90s Were big. Go figures!" He couldn't help himself. He reassured her - and gave her the best idea. "Look at this," he said mischievously, as he downed the rest of his drink and headed for the stage. He encouraged her by clapping and smiling at what was on her mind. When it was his turn, he started the music he heard and doubled down laughing, earning him points for being so smart. Though contemporary, wondering if the crowd could handle another country song, she once again withdrew from the barstool and began dancing and cheering enthusiastically. He met her eyes and sang,  "Yeah, she knew every word by heart, didn't need a screen, no I was raising my glass for him, I saw him smile, yeah At the end of two verses, he put me in front We sang as if there was no one in the room. Hades Carolina, Tails California" Maybe she'll fall for a guy from South Georgia he has a bandage on his palm And she's a 90s country fan like me hey I have a chevy it can flip a quarter I'll take her from here to anywhere in California I wanna find her when this song is over 'Cause he put me in 'Hades Carolina'." She was clapping as she quickly, without a breath, stepped back to join him at the bar. He was grateful to see her order each other to drink. Fascinated by the droplets of sweat at the bottom of the glass, he couldn't resist bringing the cold liquid to his face before taking a sip. Then he turned his attention back to him. "He was there for you, 'Lil Lady,' because you were mine in 'Hades Carolina'!" "Well, thank you, dear sir," he pulled up taking a deep curse. "I believe in 'You did hello to me!' They both laughed at the reference to an old movie and an old country song, although she wondered if she was totally joking. When their hands found each other above the bar and were intertwined, they thought they had found their answer. She liked him - she really liked him. They finished their second round together, engaging in easy conversation. As soon as he filled the tab, the vexing question returned. do I need it or not? He was annoyed by the sudden intrusion. We were having a good time; why now If only! Maybe that would be acceptable, he thought. There's nothing more like this restaurant than the parking lot. His will to fight was very strong. He hated it but knew he would do it despite his doubts. Outside the bar, they shared another cigarette. The smile on his face was crooked as he quickly passed out as if it were someone else's. He felt his muscles tense as he put his hand on her elbow to move it to the right side. The fine hairs on the back of his neck seemed to grow an inch, standing alert. With renewed determination, he set their path, talking to him along the way. As soon as he did this, an unfamiliar voice came from him. Despite her physical guidance, she suddenly stopped walking and demanded, "What happened to you?!" He didn't know how to answer this question, so he simply replied, "I have something to do now. Come on, nothing else." He had watched enough dateline true crime specials to know something was off. She was in trouble, and her car was far away. Nevertheless, she carefully reached into her purse to find her keys. He built the largest boat for making temporary weapons. On the next square, he startled her by saying, "I'll be back now" as he walked into the 24-hour convenience store. Relieved for a moment that he hadn't led her down some dark back alley, then she shuddered to realize that the killer's tool kit—plastic gloves, duct tape, even a knife— can be bought there. She was shocked when she momentarily later materialized without any of these things. Instead, he was opening one of two packs of Winston Box cigarettes as he crookedly held a shiny black ashtray and a double pack of BIC lighters – one plain, one red, and one dark blue – in the crook of his hand. "Why a new ashtray?" Unable to quell his curiosity, he asked, "Your break or something?" "No, I'm uh... I quit smoking four years ago and now I'm back again. I can't help myself." "Why are you behaving so strangely since we left the bar?" He asked, loosening his grip on the keys. "You see, huh? Sorry about that! I'm definitely going to accept once I've made a decision." He tore off the lighter and lit his own cigarette, choosing a red cigarette. He took a deep breath in pure bliss, then handed him a cigarette. "No, thanks," she said, bowing her head, explaining that she couldn't smoke non-menthol. But in reality, she couldn't help but feel guilty that she had brought him here. They casually walked back to Mama Rosina, where their cars were parked, as he was smoking. She didn't want to be pampered on the way back. They reached the parking lot of the restaurant, and he wondered how far they had come. She was glad he wasn't the murderer - he loved her eyes! You should be ashamed He took the first step, embracing goodbye. He didn't waste a second as he could pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately. He answered immediately. This misunderstanding didn't set off fireworks, thankfully, he thought. As they left, reluctantly, she said, "You know, I'm looking to break this bad habit of mine. Maybe we can work on this together." He kissed her in return. "Goodnight, Josh," he sighed before walking away. "Good night, Darcy," she replied softly. Seeing her walk away, he thought they had plans to meet for lunch later in the week. what a woman!  And with that, he laughed and threw his entire purchase in the nearest trash can.

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