( twotwistmakefire )
Tiffany was sitting at one of the white linen covered tables. Smoke was filling the room and the soft hum of chattering was being slowly drowned out by the jazz music drifting across the air. A cigarette dangled from extended finger tips. Her brow was arched and a smirk was soon to crawl across scarlet lips.
“Ya gonna stand there and stare like a schmuck or are you gonna ask me to dance?”










