"Action, bang bang pow pow smack smack"
The man raises an eyebrow. The crisp suit he's in isnt wrinkled in the slightest, and the wine color of his attire matches with his curly hair and black accessories. His dark skin finishes his look off nicely. The dim lighting from the streetlight coming in through the window outlines his features and gives him a hazy look.
The woman in front of him simply tilts her head at him unimpressed. Her olive green dress is leg length long, with a slit in the middle that hints at a more traditional style. the sleeves are long though, and the mid-rif is a soft cloth in the style of a mesh. Her skin is similarly dark, and her short bob matching with her dark but bright red lipstick finishes her look.
The man sits in a chair, covered over in a bed sheet just like the rest of the whole room of the house. Outside, sounds of celebration waft through the vents. The woman, leaning against the wall across from the man watches as he finally stands. He straightens out his suit, and turns to face the doorway.
"What kind of sounds were those?" The man's voice is low, and strong as he asks the woman.
"The sounds of an action movie of course," Is the woman's reply, her voice like wine.
She steps over the dead man and takes the man in the wine red suit's hand in her own. He returns the hold, and laces their fingers together.
"Then, I suppose there will be more once we leave this room."
The woman doesn't say anything but places a sweet kiss on the man's lips before leading him out the door.
