Polka-dot mess pt.1
Warnings: smut, language, smoking, drinking
Summary:Getting off your shift at the Whisky a Go Go, you go to the gas station down the street to get a beer and meet a strange man
November 4th, 1983
It was a chilly saturday night, I was wearing a black pencil skirt, dark red tights, a black short sleeve, button-down blouse and black ballet flats, and to top it all off, my signature polka dot satin scarf.
I had just gotten off a long shift at the Whisky a Go Go that sat right across the street from my house down the road, which made getting off work at peculiar times a lot more baring.
Tonight, I decided that I deserved a beer myself, and landed on getting one from the gas station down the street, although it was severely sketchy and smelled like bleach and the same old cheese burgers that have been sitting under the “hot lamp” that’s just a orange-ish yellow light for 15 years, it got the job done.
Squeezing past plastered men and woman who reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol I made it to the door and out to my car, I drove a 1964 Ford Mustang, cherry red, of course.
It was only a short 3 minute drive from the bar to the gas station, the parking lot being completely empty other than one other car, it was not hard to find a spot to park. Although, I still choose to park in the very back behind the building where I would very often get met with a worker sneaking away to smoke a cigarette.
I went inside, got my beer and said hello to the nice man who I swore was here so often he must’ve had a bed laid out in the chip isle. I put my beer on the counter and saw a display of bubble gum, deciding if i should get one the bells on the door jingled, i looked up to see a man about my age with a huge head of curly hair and a beautiful pair of black cowboy boots with red accents, he’s got taste..
I love everything that has to do with clothes, I could spend all day putting together outfits that I may never step out of the house in, that’s all in the fun of it.
Taking out a one from my wallet I give the man at the counter a smile and pick up my beer, going out the door I can’t help but try to spot the man from earlier lurking around the store, now that I could get a good look at him, he’s quite hot actually.
He looked up from what he was deciding on and locked eyes with me, andddd that’s my que to go.
I was never good with talking to boys growing up, I was a pretty shy girl in school with not many friends so the only interaction I had with men were the ones ordering at me to get them another beer.
I walking around the back of the building I see a black Ford Challenger directly behind my car, Ignoring the not so subtle shiver down my spine, I climb into my car and open up my door, sipping on it for a few minutes I see the man from inside walk around the same way I do, I quickly look away to avoid eye contact and reach for my purse to look for something.
I pull out a red lipstick and pull down my rear view mirror and I see the man lighting a cigarette sitting on the roof of his car.
He moved so softly like he was in slow motion, it was quite entertaining to watch.
Taking the cap off my lipstick I apply it and place it back in my purse and grab my beer, before I could take a sip I hear a knock on my window, oh geez
It was the man from inside the store.
Surely he’s not a creep trying to kill me right?
I roll down my window and get hit with a strong sent of cigarette smoke
“Hey..”I say first, considering he was just leaning over my car not saying anything.
Am I getting kidnapped tonight?
He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, “You know any good bars around here? I’m not from town.” Placing it back on his lips and taking a puff I can’t help but stare at his lips, realizing I might be the creep and rude one, I reply quickly
“Oh! Yea, there’s one about 2 minutes down the road called “Whisky a Go Go” They have good grilled cheese, I work there Wednesday through Saturday!” Absolutely spewing bullshit, I realized I just told this random man where I’d be half the week.
If he’s not kidnapping me now, I surely will be taken some time text week.
The man stares at me for a second and in my car “Whats your name?”
“Cherrie, like the fruit, or color..or..” I get cut off by the man offering me his hand
“I’m saul, but most of the week i’m Slash, like the cut.” He smiles and laughs under his breath
Is he making fun of me?
I shake his hand but can’t help and ask him if he’s making fun of me
“Are you making fun of me, Slash?”
“No Cherrie, just pulling your tail.” He smirks taps on the top of my roof, “I’ll see you around.”
What a strange man.