I had already been there a few hours before: smoking, the bar, the bartender gave her back to the patrons, the pool tables in the other room, the dim light, all that was familiar to me, I knew that if I had crossed the room and I had to direct pool in the far corner I found the woman waiting for me with a stick in his hand. I was impaled on the door not knowing what to do, I wanted to run from her but at the same time there was something that pushed me to do otherwise. Like the first time I went to the bar for a drink, I could not sit there and impaled if I went in the other room somehow I knew that I would have been stopped and I would direct the woman. I sat on one of those high stools, which I personally adore, and leaned his elbows on the counter waiting for the bartender was running, I did not have to wait long to have those emerald green eyes focused on him, were very bright, in contrast with the skin copper. not remember them so intense, but after all it was a dream so things could deteriorate.
-What would you like?
Her voice fits perfectly with the body: it was nothing extraordinary, however, had the strange nuances that stood out as did the eyes, I could not describe the tone because I've never been good at defining the characteristics of voice, or rather I just suck.
I was still lost in the green when I realized I had not yet responded: - A Guinness.
He bent down to take the beer from the fridge, she uncorked it and handed it to me, then surprised me by saying: - You should not wait for it, never appropriate to try the patience of Elise and is quite irritable recently, were you the reach immediately.
So that was how it was called the woman, or at least I thought he was talking about her, at the cost of making an idiot I forced myself to ask questions: - Who is quest'Elise?
laughed, I did not understand what had so funny, maybe I made a joke? If that was so was not my intention and I still had not understood.
-table in the far corner, that's Elise and in any case you should already know who he is, I did not know I did not know anything yet. Now go, do not stay here impaled; not want to have to deal with ELISA more pissed off than it is naturally.
said that I turn my back and turned up the volume of music is not worth more than a look, took a beer and began talking with a guy in black shirt half hidden in the shadows at the other end of the bar.
I walked to where I found the woman, Elise. Actually I was waiting in the same spot where I had found it last time .. This time I took the trouble to observe it well and I realized it was really nice even though her face was disfigured by a huge scar that went from the front of the neck diagonally across the entire face, without damaging the lip line. The long black hair framing the face in soft waves down to the waist, not a hair fell over his face, there was nothing to hide the scar pearl, the eye did not seem to cause damage to the wound, but it was milky and had be blind. The contrast with the other was remarkable: the healthy eye was a deep ebony, deep and glossy, surrounded by a bright white, the dark pupil drowned in the iris. The skin took on shades of pink ivory at the right cheek and the scar, thin lips were highlighted by a burgundy lipstick and eyeshadow shades, which took over the jewelry. Black leather pants, tight top Bordeaux like a second skin and high heels completed the blacks together, definitely not me Capacitive not be impressed the first time, was not the type to go unnoticed. When I was a few meters gave me his stick, I barely have time to take the fly before it hit a customer in the back, then took another for himself and said: - Let's talk while play-tone left no room for replicas, it was an order, then added-Next time when you arrive do not tinker, I have all this time to lose. After that laid the ball and started the game in silence, she was good, but it was not a pro, took a last sip and I laid the bottle on the edge of the table, then began to play. We played the first game in silence, completely focused on the game, at least I was, I won. It did not seem keen to begin a second game and then resumed my beer and sat down on the table, I know what that woman wanted by me: - What you need to talk to me?
He blinked several times, as if he remembered who I was and where he was, finally said, "Not now, not again! There is no time, we'll talk next time! You must go!
The room was filling with smoke as before, I would not be left to smother a second time, I began to run towards the entrance; the smoke seemed to follow me and wrap me, arrived at the bar I could not see anything definite, only half hidden by splashes of color smelly fog. I caught sight of the ladder and ran in that direction, I went to slam repeatedly against something, the more I approached the exit as the smoke was dense and give me trouble breathing. I was taken by the elbow and pull away from there.
When I opened my eyes I found myself face to face with a black shirt.
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