Soundtrack for this part:
Lighters by: Eminem
+MissLixir+
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Her kind of paradise
In a blink of an eye, hours passed by more than I expected.
I put my sneakers, fitted jeans and loose gray tee-shirt and I pulled my hair on a bun.
No heavy make-ups, no disturbing heels, and those f*cking cutics on my nails. What a relief!
I got my key and started the car. My old vintage car.
I stopped infront of my paradise that I used to be.
As usual, the emision of liqour and smoke. I missed these smells so much.
They all greeted me and said, "You're back." I smirked. Jeez. How long do I have to hear this f*cking word again and again?
I trooped to the counter. I passed them all saying the same word again and again.
The bartender greeted me and asked me what to drink.
Well, just one Bacardi is enough for me.
He gets the cocktail mixer and pours the liqour with care. He added some creams and chilled it simultaneously.
I watched as the bottle flips into the air. Whoa! He's so d*mn fast!
I flinched when he caught the bottle only with his bare hands and poured the liqour on a cocktail glass. He also added lemon, some toppings and frappe and put the beautiful tinted black straw. Well, black is my favorite color and he knows that.
Well, these some kinds of sh*ts toppings, I don't like to appreciate it at all but he's doing it over again whenever he prepares my drink.
I prefers the quality of taste more than the appearance. Do I looks like a pervert now? Smirks.
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