September 6, 2011 by Marda
The floor gets sticky from drunken girls unable to walk in their high heels without spilling their drinks. The boys only notice the short skirts. She stands in front of them, her lips stained cherry red.
The pretty girl now.
She takes the drinks they buy for her attention. They watch as her mouth opens, wanting to be what she swallows. Her red lips will know soon enough.