john drabble
Jun. 26th, 2003 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityNew York City never let anyone down. She was all lights and sparkles, all red hot kisses and slinky black dresses. If she was a hooker she was a damn fine one, one whose appeal went beyond that of first appearences and first moments. John pressed his face against the cool glass window of the taxi and made a face at a pedestrian. To his surprise she noticed him and stuck her tongue out in rsponse. He waved as the light changed and sat back in his seat, just the tinest bit happier.
They were in the village now, a far cry from the neon and spotlights of Times Square. For a moment John wished he had brought one of his guitars; he could find a nice little cafe and play the night away. His fingers strummed absently at an instrument that didn't exist and he considered telling the driver to turn around and bring him home.
They were in the village now, a far cry from the neon and spotlights of Times Square. For a moment John wished he had brought one of his guitars; he could find a nice little cafe and play the night away. His fingers strummed absently at an instrument that didn't exist and he considered telling the driver to turn around and bring him home.
