A hand gripped your arm.
"Where are you going angel face" He asked his sweet voice finding your ears again. Though it sweet it was uttered in displease.
"Home" you said blunt, ripping you arm from his grasp.
"You'll never get away from us" he laug...
The music blared. The people dancing, grounding onto each other. I didn't want to engage in that with some random guy so I sat. One leg a top another my back facing the white table. Thinking, watching, and occasionally playing on my phone or checking my media.
"Hey sweetheart, ya' look bored" spoke someone from behind me.
His voice smooth, smooth as butter. He had brown hair, bunny teeth, red rosy lips, the bottom thicker and the top thinner. He had a round chubby face, and a distinct meeting where his neck met his jaw. He was hot. Maybe even more so than the other man you met this evening. His face bore a black mask, same as the other man. This time normally shaped with one side decorated and designed in blue glitter.
He stood and walked to you, pulling your chin so that you may meet his gaze, "When we see you next I'll be sure to make sure your not bored", he said with a wink, then disappearing the next moment in the blink of an eye.
To be continued.......
His mask:
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