Red Sky

As evening falls, the confines of your hotel room seem too much. You must get out...you must find her. The perfect one. The sunset has painted the sky in a vast array of reds, oranges, and pinks but the beauty is lost on you as your need to find her becomes overwhelming. You haven't played the game in the years, not since your release from prison. You promised them you wouldn't do it again...but your heart is pounding, your head is swimming, every core instinct in your body tells you to find her. You've been searching for years, for the ultimate doll. The ones you thought might have been her have never worked out. While they seemed perfect from afar, a closer look revealed their flaws. Your doll is still out there...waiting. You MUST find her. Already worked into a frenzy of need you prepare for the evening, knowing that details always matter. It's important to blend in with the crowd.

You pull on jeans, a t-shirt, boots, a jacket, combing your hair, grabbing your sunglasses. You head out on foot sidestepping a puddle, zipping up the jacket. The evening is chill and the sky is in flames. The walk warms you although your breath comes out in clouds. No one notices you. They're all busy with their own lives. You duck into the first bar you come across, a crowded, noisy place full of smoke and people. You flash your ID at the bouncer, tugging out a wrinkled five to pay your way inside. You like the crowd, it's easy to get lost in and not be noticed. It's impossible to find a table to yourself so you lean against the wall, shrugging out of your jacket, ordering a beer from a passing waitress. You scan the dance floor...looking for your doll. There are so many to choose from, but three in particular catch your eye. Now comes the time to choose...

The first sits at a table by herself, wistfully watching the dance floor, waiting to be asked. She's small and slim with straight brown hair that just skims her shoulders and a youthful face. She's wearing a gray sweatshirt and tight black jeans. Conservative. Lots to discover. She must be hot under all those clothes. You'd love to cool her off. The second girl stands at the edge of the dance floor, bending to lace up knee-high black heeled boots. She's tall and slender with mile-long bare legs, a black mini-skirt and a sparkly top. She has very short red hair but amazing blue eyes,and a tattoo of a dragon on her shoulder. She looks tough, ready to rumble almost, but you see a streak of insecurity in her, as though she's dressed in a costume. Her tough facade would be fun to try and break through. The last girl is whisper pale smiling at the waitress, handing her a few dollars. She has a silk sheet of white-blonde hair that hangs romantically to her waist and perfect, even features with coal black eyes fanned by long, sultry lashes. She wears a renassiance style sweeping scarlet blouse that laces up the sides over a flouncing white skirt that swirls and writhes as she walks. She's also quite slim and of average height. You must choose...you must choose...

The mousy brunette...the wild redhead...or the romantic blonde?