pink_silk_glove
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Want U Back
Just outside of Sergio's, Shawna stopped and looked in through the window. She didn't see him there but he had to be. This couldn't be the one Wednesday when he wouldn't show. It was his ritual after band rehearsal to hang out at the wine bar for a taste or two before heading home. She stood near the pane trying not to be noticed as she scanned up and down the bar. One guy with his back to her turned and showed his profile. It was Nathan from the band. That was a good sign. Backing a step further, a shadow cast upon the glass allowed her to check her reflection. Running a finger along her temple edge, her straight brown hair was still in place. She'd just had it cut, sheared perfectly just past the jaw with perfect bangs framing her round face and hiding her pearl stud earrings. Her beige gloss glinted on her small pouty lips between her doll's nose and her soft round chin while her light brown eyes sparkled in the subtle beige flourish of her makeup. Shawna looked pretty. She hoped that she was sexy too. That's what the new outfit was for. She may have been pudgy but at least she had 36Ds and she slung them into a new sleeveless wrap top in indigo with white trim lapels showing plenty of cleavage and even the trim edge of her new white lace bra and the summer evening was perfect to go without a jacket and show all that skin. It was tucked in tight at the waist into a carbon pleated skirt that swished dangerously (for her) to mid-thigh, barely low enough to hide the tops of her white sheer stockings. She finished the look off with his favorite black suede ankle boots - her 'fuck-me' boots, he had called them.
Shawna looked back at the bar and her heart jumped. There he was joining Nathan at the end of the bar. He must have come back from the men's room or something. The pop song from her youth ran through her head again, her mind singing along to what she had playing on repeat while she polished off half of a bottle of sherry and got herself ready that evening. It was her anthem for the night - for her mission.
What was even better was that she wasn't there - that bitch that shall not be named - the hot Latin tramp that had stolen him away six miserable months ago. How dare she move in on her man and wreck her life with her skinny legs and olive skin and mane of black hair. It must be easy when you trollop yourself around like that in skimpy clothes and ridiculous heels, swanking around ho-style and still unattached well into your thirties. Shawna could play that game too. She was 23 and if she was going to be a woman she was going to be woman enough to steal him back.
I don't give a shit, no one else can have ya
I want U back, want U back ...
Sure, the verses weren't accurate but Shawna hadn't really listened to the verses much anyways. She shouldered her purse, pulled open the door to Sergio's and walked in quietly. Her hand almost trembled when she reached out and placed it on his back and she leaned in against his shoulder.
"Hi Pat," she said breathily as she smiled warmly. "Nice to see you." Nathan had seen her coming at the last minute and stood up straight from his leaning stance.
"Oh," he remarked. he knew the tension, how rough the breakup was. "Maybe I should leave you alone for a bit."
Just outside of Sergio's, Shawna stopped and looked in through the window. She didn't see him there but he had to be. This couldn't be the one Wednesday when he wouldn't show. It was his ritual after band rehearsal to hang out at the wine bar for a taste or two before heading home. She stood near the pane trying not to be noticed as she scanned up and down the bar. One guy with his back to her turned and showed his profile. It was Nathan from the band. That was a good sign. Backing a step further, a shadow cast upon the glass allowed her to check her reflection. Running a finger along her temple edge, her straight brown hair was still in place. She'd just had it cut, sheared perfectly just past the jaw with perfect bangs framing her round face and hiding her pearl stud earrings. Her beige gloss glinted on her small pouty lips between her doll's nose and her soft round chin while her light brown eyes sparkled in the subtle beige flourish of her makeup. Shawna looked pretty. She hoped that she was sexy too. That's what the new outfit was for. She may have been pudgy but at least she had 36Ds and she slung them into a new sleeveless wrap top in indigo with white trim lapels showing plenty of cleavage and even the trim edge of her new white lace bra and the summer evening was perfect to go without a jacket and show all that skin. It was tucked in tight at the waist into a carbon pleated skirt that swished dangerously (for her) to mid-thigh, barely low enough to hide the tops of her white sheer stockings. She finished the look off with his favorite black suede ankle boots - her 'fuck-me' boots, he had called them.
Shawna looked back at the bar and her heart jumped. There he was joining Nathan at the end of the bar. He must have come back from the men's room or something. The pop song from her youth ran through her head again, her mind singing along to what she had playing on repeat while she polished off half of a bottle of sherry and got herself ready that evening. It was her anthem for the night - for her mission.
What was even better was that she wasn't there - that bitch that shall not be named - the hot Latin tramp that had stolen him away six miserable months ago. How dare she move in on her man and wreck her life with her skinny legs and olive skin and mane of black hair. It must be easy when you trollop yourself around like that in skimpy clothes and ridiculous heels, swanking around ho-style and still unattached well into your thirties. Shawna could play that game too. She was 23 and if she was going to be a woman she was going to be woman enough to steal him back.
I don't give a shit, no one else can have ya
I want U back, want U back ...
Sure, the verses weren't accurate but Shawna hadn't really listened to the verses much anyways. She shouldered her purse, pulled open the door to Sergio's and walked in quietly. Her hand almost trembled when she reached out and placed it on his back and she leaned in against his shoulder.
"Hi Pat," she said breathily as she smiled warmly. "Nice to see you." Nathan had seen her coming at the last minute and stood up straight from his leaning stance.
"Oh," he remarked. he knew the tension, how rough the breakup was. "Maybe I should leave you alone for a bit."