INT. URBAN BLIND PIG — AFTER MIDNIGHT
Smoke stings her eyes as NOE sits through another set, slowly nursing a vodka-rocks. She watches guitarist KAL to the exclusion of the rest of his bandmates.
KAL watches NOE, too, blinking away the filmy haze of cigarette and pot smoke as he performs.
The set ends. KAL breaks down and stows his portion of the equipment on the band’s dais. NOE stands, abandoning what’s left of her drink to pace in front of her table as she watches and waits.
CLOSE ON KAL as he approaches NOE, leaning in tight to whisper in her ear
You deliberately teased the fuck out of me all evening, didn’t you?
Who, me? Hell no, I—
KAL cuts her off, gripping her chin in his hand as he kisses her breathless, pulling away only after he feels her relax. NOE’s eyes are heavy, her mouth slack, prompting KAL to smirk.
Yeah, you. Your nasty little skirt kept slipping all night. Every time I looked down I got a flash of your thighs.
Muffled shouts and breaking glass wrenches KAL’s attention away from NOE. Their heads turn in tandem, looking for the source of the noise.
KAL grips her upper arms and pulls her toward him as he whispers in her ear.
It’s a raid.
Shit, I can’t be here, my husband—
Wild-eyed, she clutches at his arms as he jerks her along, dragging her toward the back door.
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By Femme Malheureuse