Ebony & Ivory [H.S]

Twenty-Eight

Hey lovely ladies (and gents) hope you enjoy! This one is going to be... well. I'll just let you read it. Please don't forget to show me a little love by voting. The song lyrics I quoted - well I really like the song, and I curiously watched the video clip. And well. Um. It's very interesting. Check it out because it is SCARY weird how similar certain aspects are  x

"Light me up a cigarette, and put it in my mouth. You're the only one that wants me to die... I'm not yours anymore..."

I drum my fingernails impatiently upon the table top, patiently awaiting the return of my dinner guest Gemma. How long does it take to get a drink from the bar?

I check my reflection in my pocket mirror, until a purse is slammed on the table, breaking my thoughtful trance.

"Wow," I comment. "Someone's fired up." I laugh. "Did they get the gin to tonic ratio off, because I really expected more from this place."

"Ebony, we have to go. Let's just go somewhere else," she suggests, downing her wine in one. "Come on, get up," she orders, as she tries to pull my chair out.

"Are you out of your mind?" I ask, genuinely concerned. "Gem, I'm not going anywhere. My appetiser was fúcking delicious, and I've been waiting for this beetroot and walnut salad ever since I Googled the menu yesterday."

"Ebony," she repeats, eyes wide as she talks through clenched teeth. "Please. We can get take out, we just need to go. It's important."