"Blue murder?" she joked, the cool night air chilling her in just her dress and stockings. Abi had taken forever to figure out how the fuckers clipped to the garter she'd bought, but she'd gotten there eventually. No doubt she might end up flashing some more man on the dancefloor, but who cared when her legs looked that good?
She could see the stars like she wanted, with just the street lights and the glare from the inside of businesses and homes. "It's a nice night for it, don't you think?" I can't remember the last time I saw stars in a big city like this."
Barking in laughter, Abi dragged her lip between her teeth and shook her head, "Of course, what was I thinking? You can handle your drink." It was her he'd have trouble handling tonight, if she got her way. "You know there's a saying back home, about you? In the literary circles, I mean."