|"Dude, do you remember Sasha from the Park?" Even with a newly lit cigarette barely dangling on his pursed lips, Jack seems can not shut his whore mouth. The stick wiggles on his lips, and the burning amber at the end of it kinda looks like a tiny person is having a solo rave party on his face.
"Doesn't ring a bell 'cause unlike you I don't associate with Russian hookers." You're not even trying. The dim atmosphere makes everything hazy.
"Hey fuck you man. It's Sasha, the girl we met in the club the other day."
"Ah the big tits girl. Yeah what about her?" Yeah how can you forget about her. She has the prettiest rack you've ever seen in your entire life. Her boobs are not grotesquely huge, but on her skinny body, they definitely stood up like a mega spotlight on shiny new truck. Despite her awesome melons grabbing all attention, somehow you vividly remember her face. She's definitely pretty. Like high school sweetheart pretty. You know when you see someone, you just know that they're sluts? Well Sasha ain't like that. She has a laid back yet cool vibe around her. Even with the grace of her gorgeousness, you feel at ease around her. You don't even have to impress her with you game, because she just make you feel that comfortable.
Too bad she was with her protective and loud bunch of annoying hyenas. You simply refused to deal with those banshees and let this perfect little specimen slipped through your fingers.
"Well I hear she died two days ago" his hands are busy shuffling a deck of cards. "Road accident." Jack offers a detail before you are relieved from your initial shock.
to be continued because i'm lazy