Regrets

Twilight Zone

Before I forget, to see Alexandra's dress, go to adoredvintage.com and search "Red Rock Canyon Dress", cause I'm not really sure if I described the dress properly. Now you may read.

"Does this look alright?" Alexandra asked as she walked into the room.

Alexandra had chosen a dress that resembled the types of dresses that hippies might wear, but without the flowing sleeves. It was also a plain colored dress, and it didn't have a flowery or tie dye pattern. It was a scarlet colored suede fabric. The neckline was like the top of a heart, except where a heart would have completely curved tops, this dress had triangle edges at the top of the edge then rounded. There was a feather belt tied around her waist that went with the dress. The bottom edge of the dress had multiple lengths; it was shorter in the front and back edges, and longer on the side edges. She was also wearing a pair of strapped heels to match, and a light white cardigan.

Frank smirked a bit as he nodded. "Looks great, Ally," he answered.

Alexandra rolled her eyes but still smiled. "Oh, wipe that smirk off your face," she chuckled.

He walked over to her and hugged her waist from the front. "But it's a nice dress."

She playfully pushed him away from her. "I know what you're doing."

"What am I doing? I'm not doing anything."

"Don't play dumb with me, Francesco Angelo Razzano. I know what you're trying to do. Well, let me tell you something, it's not gonna work, pal."

"You should've been a cop, not an architect... well then, Alexandra Katharine Conti- yeah, I'm using your full name, too- next chance I get, I'm not giving up so easily."

Alexandra let out a laugh. "You're completely obsessed, I swear," she laughed.

"More like holding back," Frank mumbled.

"You're disgusting."

He smirked again. "Maybe sometimes, but you still love me."

-/-/-

Barney drove up to the bar on his motorcycle behind Tool. He turned off the ignition, letting the motorized bike die down. He kicked down the kickstand, letting the bike stand up on its own with only a slight chance of falling over- and that was only if someone came and intentionally knocked it over. He pocketed his keys and walked over to his friend.

"Why're we here, Tool?" Barney asked with a confused look on his face.

"You need to loosen up, my friend," Tool answered in an upbeat tone, "And what is one of the most powerful things to help someone loosen up?"

He shrugged a bit. "I don't know, why don't you go and ask a damn hippie."

"Harty-har-har. No, Barn, it's alcohol. And that, my friend, is why we are here."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate t, but I like being as tight as I already am."

Tool rolled his eyes. "Aw, c'mon. Look, how 'bout this: just stay for ten minutes. If you're not enjoying yourself by the time that ten minutes is up, you can go home."

Barney thought over the compromise before answering. "Fine," he grumbled, "But don't think that I won't be timing that ten minutes, thought."

Barney followed his friend into the bar while letting out an exasperated sigh. As soon as they entered the bar, the smell of alcoholic beverages, cigarettes and cigars, and a mix of cologne, perfume and sweat filled both men's noses. Beast of Burden by the Rolling Stones could be heard from the jukebox all throughout the bar. Only a few couples danced along with the slow pace rock song.