She tops off his glass; she's leaning with her back to the bar, watching her now silent domain. &quot;To curfew,&quot; she says; she's the most dangerous woman he knows, but with her funny accent and plump figure and tired curls, she hides it well. He's hunched over the bar. &quot;Why'd you let me in? You hate me,&quot; he says, a matter of fact. &quot;I was feeling generous,&quot; she shrugs. &quot;Besides; I was bored today. You are not a boring man. Change the game, and something new might happen.&quot; &quot;What is it you want?&quot; he growls, a shout that was was strangled on the way out. He manages just enough nerve to look her in the eye. She gently smirks; a knowing quirk of her mouth she's never been good at hiding. &quot;Lock up as you go,&quot; she says as she leaves a key by his elbow. &quot;Drop the key off in the morning.&quot; She leaves him there in the near dark, in the bar that still feels smoky though the patrons left hours ago. Outside cops prowl the streets; he nurses his drink, and thinks. And waits. 2007-09-04T21:02:18Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/8572 <p>I like it, it&#8217;s intriguing. Different from your usual style as well.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/8572?basename=10187 2007-09-04T21:02:18Z Stovohobo http://ficlets.com/authors/stovohobo