the oddball

An experiment at screenplay-

Through smoke and bad neon lighting, I saw a glimpse of her. Nothing that I hadn't seen before. She was pretty, caught your eye alright. Long brown hair, dark piercing eyes, and a full red mouth. Ah, the mouth, something about it made me look again. It looked soft and strong at the same time. Nice, I think I might like that.

"Dude, seriously would you stop staring already! What are you 12?", my friend bellowed out loud in front of all.

Oh, was I looking that long? Past the 3 second scrutiny that we subject every girl that walks in through the front door. Ok, I got to reel it in a bit now, before these neanderthals start putting me through countless bouts of ridicule. But, man that mouth.

I glanced one more time towards her. She stood there all by herself. Waiting for someone I suppose. What man in his right mind would keep her waiting. She was tall, pretty in a very girl next door sort of way and looked smart; a combination I hadn't seen in a long time. She could be a lawyer or maybe one of those artsy types. I couldn't tell from here. If she would just look this way once I could probably figure if I had a chance.

Hey wait a minute whats that guy doing?

A shot of Glenlivet in each hand. He walked upto her. He's whispering something. She gave him the once over, considering if she should appreciate the balls on this one to approach her or just plain laugh at his face.

Haha, she is so gonna shoot him down.

She looks at the clock on the wall. Looks back at the guy.

Wait a minute is she...with him? Come on! Is there no justice in the world? That guy and HER?!

She's saying something back to him now. She took the shot of single malt scotch from his right hand. Downed it in one go. Wow, that has got to have burned. She took the second shot from him. Downed it again! And just as smoothly, walked out of the door.

Wow.

I think I am in LOVE.