@histemper liked the starter call || closed starter.
jazz music and cigarette smoke, dancing around her ghostly figure in an almost hypnotic sway. even though she had been watching him all night, perched on a lonely stool and with her lips wrapped around a smeared filter, immobile except for the occasional tear messing with her makeup, it wasn't until the two were left alone that sally opened her mouth to make herself known.
she knew who this one was, had seen him roaming the hotel's hallways and sneaking around every corner. his face hidden in the shadows, always out of sight. it was the doll's morbid curiosity what drew her out of room sixty nine and back to the blue parrot lounge, what made her waste precious hours of her time sitting in perfect silence while sipping from a bottle of cheap liquor, leaving red lipstick marks behind. rumors weren't enough to keep a woman like sally satisfied, for she wanted to know everything about him. everything and then some, as many details as possible.
❝ a drink for a smoke, mister. no man should be alone this late at night, specially not in this dump. ❞
