STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
"I could be your fantasy..." ♩ Fantasy • Alina Baraz & Galimatias.
THE MOST MISERABLE MAN IN ALL OF LOVERS VALLEY
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"I hear you have a date, Miss Wolfe."
Halen's Teleportation trick doesn't get a scream or a jump out of me this time, but when I hear his voice from my seat at my desk in my bedroom, I lift my head surprise. How he manages to tiptoe around silently with those big feet is a secret I am determined to find out one day. I pause my pen and look over my shoulder, "And where would you have heard that, Mr. Bates?"
"Blue Blabbermouth." His car keys jingle in his hand as he slides the partition door closed, "He says you have a date with a man who is a mechanic. Is he the one who was nice to you at the bar?"
I pay my attention back to my letter and fight off a smirk, "He is. His name is West."
"Mmm. How... normal."
I pause my writing once more and turn around in my chair, resting my forearm against the low back. I watch him as he settles onto my ottoman and starts to take off his shoes, "What on earth is that supposed to mean?"
"It is to mean what I said. Normal is ordinary. He seems like an ordinary man. Good for you, for finding an ordinary man." He says seriously, tucking his boots underneath the bench. He starts to unbutton his white dress shirt.
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing."
"You can take my tone however way you wish. I cannot stop you."
I turn and face forward again. I get this itch in my throat to cuss him the fuck out, but I restrain myself. He technically has said nothing malicious. Even though I sense it in him in my gut that he's itching to be a bitch tonight.
"So, when is he taking you out?"
"Tomorrow evening at six."
"Where is he taking you?"
"To dinner and a show."
"A mechanic with a love for theater? What a strange sight that would be." I hear him sigh, "On Broadway?"
"A theater in Queens."
He's quiet for a moment before he says again, "A very ordinary man, indeed."
"Is there something wrong with going to a theater in Queens, Halen?" I snap.
There's silence. I wait for his response with a baited breath. But, I don't hear it first, I feel it. Warm and gentle against my neck and jaw. His hands come into view as he leans them onto my desk, on both sides of my own shoulders; trapping me in. He exhales deeply, "There is nothing wrong with a theater in Queens."
