Violette
Sexy Man Chest
1993, Japan
"Take off the shirt," Diana said, her chin in her hands as she leaned her elbows on the table.
"No. Its like a beacon to other fans," Beau proclaimed proudly, picking up the top of his shirt with his finger tips to display the band's name wrinkle-free. He'd been wearing it non-stop for five days ever since we'd come back from the band's live. If we could get dirty, I can't even imagine the smell.
"I said, take off the shirt," Diana said, a little coldly.
"...You know, its a little hot in here. Is it hot in here? Its a little hot in here!" Beau said, looking around quickly and taking off the black t-shirt frantically.
Diana stared at his chest with "you have got to be kidding me" written all over her face.
"Oh my god, Diana," Beau said, leaning back in his chair with his big goofy grin we all love, "don't tell me you didn't know I am a boy. We've been together for how many years? Yes, I know I have sexy man chest. You can stop staring now."
"...Are those nipple rings..." Diana whispered threateningly.
The storm was coming.
I slid my chair away from the table and took my pink bubbly drink with me.
"Ah um...no...um...I'm bionic! I'm a-- I'm a cyborg! I--"
She lunged over the table. He was off running like a bolt of lightning and screaming in his way, half pleasure and half terror. She was after him like the Queen whose roses were not painted red.
I stirred my drink so the sugary syrup wouldn't settle at the top. "Children," I sighed lazily and sipped my drink as everyone in the restaurant stared after them. Tasted like strawberries.
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Short StoryKilling: an act of love so sweet your body falls victim to such an ecstasy the staccato of the heart bursts your very soul and you perish into the stars above like so many unfortunates who have met the one called demon. Beau, Violette, Diana, Josep...
