Re: Outside the Pizza Parlor: Mars/Lear
The flooding, pure white of LED highlights brought Main Street into artificial daylight, one cold and with the darkness waiting, just there, as a sulking shadow. Beams of light drenched the front of the pizza parlor, little girls' socks, pale legs, shorts, and up. Music poured from the cracked window with a twisting tendril of smoke. For a moment, Lear left the car idling. Ashed snowed from the open window, just before the engine was killed and the driver's door swung smoothly open. Lear slid out of the car, sinuous and tall, to lean against the metal hull and give Mars a gratuitous looking-over.
His long fingers vee'd around his cigarette as he sucked on the filter. The glowing end lit up sharp, strange features and hinted at the scaly gray-green of his shirt. He smiled coldly as he exhaled, and sniffed, lifting his chin toward the unsightly facade of the building. "In there?" It was asked almost incredulously, but Lear didn't care enough to be incredulous. It was a low, coiling humor, curling on lips parted around that cigarette. Lear laughed. Fangs bared. Figuratively. He pushed off of the car and moved toward the little girl in her bobby socks. Mars, sharp and icy and oh, so very human. Someone else might have cared that she might not like them, that this might be an act of desperate, practicality, or that they need be gentle with her. Lear didn't give a fuck about any of it. Nel liked to play with virgins. They weren't really Lear's thing. No one would say he was doing this out of the kindness of his heart for his friend.
No one but the willfully stupid. Lear didn't have friends.
But, the little redhead, prim even in red lipstick, really would look better with a cock in her mouth. And her blood pumped loudly through her, its coursing a lure to one like Lear. He was close to her now, looking down at her. His hands were in his pockets, shoulders lax, and he lifted his chin again as he took another filthy drag.