Me and Men !!

Blue swirls mingled with brunette curls. Her Virginia Slim stood its ground amidst the crowding glow of the Coronas and Churchills. The usual warmth of her deep brown eyes had been replaced with a bone numbing coldness of which an Eskimo would've been proud. The stinging, smoky fingers prodded provocatively at her eyes, daring her to break her frosty gaze for just a fraction of a second. The brittle clinking of heavy clay chips reverberated around her head with the persistency of her landlord hammering at the door on rent day, but the soft feminine exterior sat proudly astride a will of iron. Not a flinch.

"See your 150 and raise 300", slid slinkily from her glossy Bordeaux lips, floated briefly around the baize before catalysing a slack jawed silence. Cigar tips crackled furiously.

"Bitch ….. yer bluffing?” The hanging smog parted to reveal a sandpaper chin, honk nose, glaring baseball eyes and bourbon stained breath that licked at her ears.

“Try me Creep”, challenged her silky tones veiled with a Viper’s hiss. Nicotine soaked, crumpled suits seemed to jostle her. The familiar adrenaline surge coursed her veins, her fingers silently and delicately slipped across the taught pencil skirt to her silk stocking tops where they found that familiar and reassuring hardness: her Derringer TG Special Edition.

“You’re one cool Dame”, he sneered, nonchalantly spinning his cards into the muck. The room exhaled for one brief moment as the satisfying crinkle of cash caressed her slender fingers. Suddenly five rough sausages clamped her wrist vice tight, with a blur of silk and leather and Chanel, two of them pointed back to where they should have stayed. A girly scream, betraying his rough exterior, clung wide-eyed to the back of his throat whilst the steely barrel stared back with a wry smile.

As the grey night quickly absorbed her, purse bulging, an appreciative gaze from the edge of the melee chased her a little way. It quickly returned to its owner, proudly bearing the merest hint of lipstick. He returned to his beer and the pouting, cooing beauties.