women

"Would you like to dance, Julia?" I asked charismatically. I wore a sky blue jacket which was embroidered on the breast. The embroidery? Insignificant in the context. My trousers were cream and pressed, tan moccasins offered a casual yet appropriate footwear for most functions.

"But there is no music playing, Gregor."

Her reply sounded like a punch. I followed through with a clean hook to the jaw.

"How'd ya like the sound of that one, huh?" I asked aggressively. "Felt that one did ya, tough nut?"

She whimpered dramatically, the back of one hand laid gently over her forehead, other raised to no one in particular. "Why did you strike me so?" she pissed.

"You still don't see you dumb cunt. I didn't mean real dancing."

Women.