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You can never have too many classic rock one shots, can y...
Muse: Italian Actress Monica Vitti Musician: English Singer and Actress, Marianne Faithfull Time: Late Sixties
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The warm hands of a stranger covering one's eyes is usually never a good sign, especially when in a bar in a foreign city during the latest hours of night. But that, of course, is with the exception of instances in which those hands are small, gentle, soft and accompanied by a feather-light and familiar voice.
"Guess who?" It sang, buttery smooth and jolly. Yolanda rolled her green eyes, as the 'stranger' had carefully cupped their hands instead of pressing them down flat. Knowing this stranger, she'd done so to preserve Yolanda's eye makeup.
"Hello, Marianne." The golden-haired girl smiled, sipping at her fifth Jack and Coke by way of the two cocktails straws laying inside the glass.
"How'd you know it was me?" The intoxicated blonde smiled, removing her hands and shifting to stand beside her good friend.
"I'd recognize that voice anywhere. As Tears Go By was all anyone played for an entire year, almost." Her eyes lazy, a small smile tugged at her ruddy lips.
"Oh, let's not talk about that." Marianne said coyly, pulling herself onto the barstool next to Yolanda. "Let's talk about you. What've you been up to? We haven't seen each other in ages! What are you doing in the Big Apple?"
"Well," Yolanda sighed, taking another sip of her drink. "I started that magazine I always told you about. We're operating out of Manhattan. Things are going well, so far. First issue this March."
"Oh, that's just wonderful!" Marianne beamed, clasping her hands together. She resisted the urge to pull the freckled girl into a hug.
"Not as wonderful as bagging Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones." Angel-faced Marianne rolled her eyes, suddenly desiring a drink of her own.
"Oh trust me, dear. Having your own magazine is much, much better than any relationship. I'm not even seeing Mick, at least not like that. I wouldn't waste my time — I mean, what can a rockstar give you, anyway?" She paused. "Well, aside from money, obviously."
Yolanda chuckled under her breath, swirling her drink around the ice. "Why did you come over to me?" She asked, bringing the simple glass up to her lips, this time ignoring the two skinny straws.
"What? I can't just come to say hello to my dear friend?" Marianne's gaze trained on the girl's mouth and throat as she downed the cool liquid. Yolanda finished her drink off with a breathy sigh.
"I thought you'd come to heckle me so that you could be the only pretty blonde in the bar." She smirked, sending Marianne's gaze back down towards her whiskey-soaked lips.
"Oh, never! Two blondes are always get more than one, Ducky." Giggled the singer, reminding her friend of the cherished nickname she used to call her."You of all people should know that."
