Drusilla sat in her dark corner of the bar. Her drink sat in front of her, untouched. She was far too busy listening for him to drink. She swayed in her seat, her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side, waiting for his words again.
Her beloved might get jealous, but that could hardly be helped. She was safe here from the nasty sun that always wanted to burn the wickedness from her. She wondered if this angel would agree with it.
A patron almost took the seat beside her, but a shake from Willy’s head told them that their life would be better thrown away elsewhere.
She continued to listen, to listen for his voice, and for the ruffle of his wings. Would he let her have a feather?
When we founded the predecessor to this blog, more than a year ago, we had a single-minded purpose. Our sole objective was to eventually get Karin (http://nyheter24.se/modette/karinbylund/) and all that swag, all that undeniable beauty on it. And now she is on it, alongside her fake Converse from Willy’s, shirt and shorts from Beyond Retro and bag from Louis Vuitton.
We pat our own backs and welcome ourselves to the big leagues.