Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Gay Paree .... Une Catastrophe Complète

John didn't have his glasses and Lou was oh so pleased, it only added to the party she was about to have.

"Excuse me miss, you haven't seen my kitten, have you" John tossed a cheesy line out, making Lou bite her lip to stop the giggle. She shook her head no.

"Oh, that's a shame I would have let you pet it. Bloody lovely thing it is... like you"

Oh geez so corny John, however do you pick up a female with that sort of drivel, Lou could do naught but roll her eyes behind her large dark sunglasses.

"May I sit? The little devil is probably prowling around here somewhere, wouldn't want to lose my pussy, now would I" John was floundering, he didn't know what to say. This was fucking Bardot for all he cared, he had wanted her like mad for years. Never shy, he was now tongue tied like a pimply teen and sat mute staring at the cigarette case lying between them on the table.

The blonde took a cigarette from the slim silver case and tapped the end. Her fingers trembled slightly making John grin. The bombshell blonde then stood and nodded toward the balcony.

"Balcony yeah ok. Right. The kitty might be out there"

The mysterious woman led John outside silently, spreading her arms out, beckoning him to take in the glorious Parisian views.

"Yeah luv can't see a fucki- sorry can't see a thing without my specs" John drew little circles in the air near his eyes. She had big dark sunglasses on, her lips pouty and plump and still he didn't get what the others thought was her 'affliction'.

She leaned lightly against the balcony railing taking in all the beauty, her svelte fingers placing the cigarette to her crimson lips, lifting her head back as she exhaled, her neck laid bare showing creamy smooth skin. John could only see Paris as a blur his eyes so bad and without glasses..... He moved closer to Bardot's doppelganger and took out a smoke of his own. Quiet this one is, he thought. She tugged his arm again to look about the skyline.

"I can't luv no good.... no spectacles" John sighed rolling circles about his eyes again. She was thick, that was the issue then.

She rummaged in her little black bag and shoved a pair of glasses in his hand.

Lou would be one to do that, John thought. Louise would have everything he needed right when he needed it. She had a blue texta pen when Paul was asleep that last Sunday we were home. Bloody ideal for drawing a moustache on Paul's mug.

Louise! Shit, I'm supposed to be drunk in my room .... but this is Bardot's twin. I'm sure Lou wouldn't mind, seeing as it's Bardot an' all. Louise was wonderful in the fact she loved him, even after all his shit.

"I've heard of ladies carting round the kitchen sink but never a pair of specs for a stranger." John grinned and slipped them on, they'll be as useless as tits on a bull if they're not the right strength lens.

They were perfect.

"Hey! Perfecto! I can see now. Very pretty all that, oh there's the Eiffel tower! it's not as big as I thought from postcards you know. Do you wear prescription glasses then luv?"

John turned to face her, she still hadn't spoken a word, not even a French word, even when he was spouting on about the lovely vista. She had her sunglasses off in her hand now, clinging to them tightly, face downcast and, for some reason, nervously shifting foot to foot. Was she shy?... was that the bother. Just when he thought she wouldn't look up she started lifting her head.

Lou had lost her nerve.

Her heart had bounded along for so very long on all the adrenaline of the dress selection, the hair being done and, of course, her face looking so different and beautiful.

She had not thought everything through.