Re: Outside: Clementine & Rudy
Could be she had a whole lot of sting to her. Could be she was just some scorpion, sitting herself in wait. Could be she was like the praying mantis, just sitting pretty until she could eat herself a man's head off. Could be she was all these things, and could be she was more. Reckon, it was likely she was more, because all that poured on sweet couldn't be there without something that needed covering. That was how things was, wasn't it? Cover up things that are plenty ugly, and reckon that applied to gals from Georgia, just as much as much as it applied to anyone besides.
"I figured as much. You look like being genteel's real important to your life. Reckon there ain't much more important." She said it tease smile, and she wondered what made a man grin with teeth like that, lip snarling and looking like life done treated him wrong as could be.
But the bar was there, and Clementine couldn't remember when she'd last gotten good and drunk. She didn't remember a whole lot these days, but she was good at pretending. Lying to herself, that was something pretty and genteel too, and she'd cut her teeth on not seeing. She took her bourbon, and she was looking 'round for a place to sit when he asked her name. "Clementine. Real pretty, don't you think? You never said who you were." Glass to her lips, and then her eyes went wide as saucers when she saw him.
"It's a real nice night. Pity to drink inside, and it's awful hot and crowded in here," and she was already backing herself toward the door.