I hate you...or DO I?

"Aww that's sweet, but sad that it passed."

"Well. All dogs go to heaven. I'm glad you got to have her. Your turn to ask a question." She kissed his cheek comfortingly.

"Colorado." She replied coldly, it obviously being a dark place for her as she looked away.

"The perfect date to go on." She said as she looked at him, and kissed his cheek again.

"First dates,dream dates,whatever. You said ask anything so I'm asking anything. Now. Describe, Your. PERFECT. Date."

"Oh cmon cheesehead, be descriptive about it. Where would you go, what would you like to do, including doing me. Or excluding whatever." She huffed a bit, looking at him.

"Wow that sounds…amazing." She smiled and hugged his arm, head on his shoulder. "I like the sound of that. A lot."

"A movie, down at the old movie theater down town. Ya know the one with the velvet seats all ripped up, and has been here since forever? It's my favorite. Go there, and afterwards go walking around the quiet parts of town under all the city lights, and just enjoy the night. Then. I dunno. Sex at my house I guess." She shrugs.

"What? Do you like imagining fucking me?" She asked, with a purr to her voice as she kissed his cheek.

"Oh. And what was, red cheeks?" She asked, looking at him.

"Hey. We yes indeed started dating. We'll get there. It's not like all of that will happen tomorrow. I was thinking in the sorta far future. My nature just takes some getting used too." She shrugged.

"No. I don't. I expect it with some guys but you are just to gosh darn polite. We'll get there in good time. Patience, always a good thing. I don't like sex as much if I don't trust the guy or know him to well anyways."

"And that's a good thing." She nodded as she got out of the car. A guy yelled at her. "Yo Ev! Drop somethin' will ya?" She rolled her eyes as she went inside. "Hey Steven. Still a pervert as always?" "Hey with you in a skirt that short I gotta try." "Look, you're just lucky I haven't ripped your throat out yet so I'd fucking WATCH IT." She growled out. He walked over. "Feisty little bitch huh? I like that in a women." She took off her high heels, not bending over. "I'm warning you Steve, back the fuck off."

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Steven towered over you, with huge arms and a stomach that bulged past his pants. "I think she'd make a pretty cowgirl." He grabbed her wrist. She then grabbed his hand, and gave it a hard twist. There was the crunch of bone. "OW FUCK YOU LITTLE WHORE WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?" "Told ya. Fuck off." She shrugged and headed inside, and up the stairs. "He's always been like this. I broke his leg two months ago. With a sledge hammer. That was a good day. Completely shattered his knee cap."

"Often enough. I get cat called a lot, no matter where or I go or who I'm with." She shrugged as she headed up the three flights of stairs, and headed down to the very end of the hall, and opened the door. A cat came running to the door, and she picked it up. "Hi there Marlo." It was a big fat grey stripped cat with soft blue eyes, as it nuzzled her. The place was sorta dirty, with guitars in corners, and all sorts of posters and pictures decorating the walls. She set down her shoes and carried the cat in both arms as she sat down on the couch.