Sorry Eyes & Cigarettes

Chapter 1

The night was my time to come alive . . .
Along with the city lights that lined the sidewalks, I lit up with them. Smiling as I passed by the same structures I'd walk past everyday. That record store that only sold used vinyls, Natsuko's tatt shop, and the old theater. A few everyday landmarks that I've grown accustomed to seeing.
Del Lanore surely wasn't gorgeous but from what I've observed it happens to be hispter paradise, a fact which reminds me of how annoyed I am by the presence of some unknown visitors.
I'm thankful that these fake hipsters only consume a small fraction of Del Lanore City. If only it weren't in the same area that I lived I'd be twice as grateful.
Moving on, there's no place I'd rather be. After all, I chose to be here after running from all I knew.

I stopped by Natsuko's ink shop. Kotsu, as we all called her, is my roommate. She's a slightly smaller girl, pale skinned, her hair was dyed a light shade of pink that went up to her shoulders, and she wouldn't be caught dead without her signature leather jacket which, for today, she chose to wear with a lilac dress which exposed her many leg tattoos.
She gave me a wave as I entered the shop, dropping a paper bag containing a sandwich onto the counter.
At the moment, she was busy with a customer. It was a tattoo of a butterfly, a common request.
"Hey Daisy, what's up?"
"Brought you something to snack on, I might come home late."
"Got'cha," she raised her brow in concentration.
"Anyways, just wanted to say hi, I'll see ya in the morning."
"See ya, Diz."

As I got out of the ink shop, I greeted Robert who passed by me, fumbling with who knows what in his pocket. He smiled back and gave a nod in my direction.
Sure, the crowd wasn't so friendly, or non-threatening for that matter. But I knew them well. And they were good people underneath their seemingly dangerous facade.

Tonight, the air was crisp, autumn would be coming to an end pretty soon. I slipped my hands into my pockets.
It's hard to think that I once felt so alone and afraid here. These days it didn't take long for me to bump into someone I knew.

It was bizarre, bumping into someone who didn't know me. Or where he was.

"Hey, uh, miss, could you help me out here?" He looked bewildered, awkward, and weird yet that was the charming thing about it.
"Yeah?"
"Where's the uh, I forgot the name, something with Solitaire in the name." He chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. If I hadn't known better, I'd say this guy was probably on drugs.
"You're in luck, I happen to be headed there." I smiled.
"Really? Thanks, you have no idea. You're probably the hundredth person I've asked tonight, not much of a friendly crowd here." He sighed in relief, looking contented and excited like a little kid.
"Not really, just don't expect people to be so welcoming, but really, the people here are awesome."
"Why is it that you didn't ignore me?" He questioned, his brows furrowed in bewilderment.
"Because I've been in your place before. Well, more like out of place," I remarked, "You look like some preppy guy who goes to Church every Sunday."
"You look like a conservative stripper." He chuckled.
Alright, this guy is cool, "Wow, low blow, dude, low blow," I started to laugh but stopped myself before I could sound like an ugly sounding walrus. "I like how you roll, Church Boy."
"The name's Casey and may I just say, right back at you, Hooker." He laughed.
And that's how most of my friendships started, and I had a feeling that this would go on, maybe not as long but long enough to leave a mark.
"It's Daisy." I chuckled.
"What?"
"That's my name. I'm Daisy Wilde, nice meeting you, Church Boy Casey."
"Moreta. Casey Moreta." He extended a hand.
I hesitated for a moment but what the hell, I took his hand in mine and shook it.
"Nice meeting you." He said.

It looks like this is the beginning of another story to tell.