Until eventually she asked me if I would like to go for a drink, I agreed, during the drink I asked if she was still seeing this guy, she said yes, bu... that she was ending it the next day and that she wanted me!After a few drinks we headed back, she was living with her parents at that time, as we pulled outside the house she asked if I wanted to come in, I had been in the house before but felt especially excited about going in.As she lead me in she said that we would have to be quiet as her. Click, click, click.The face above Apollo moves out of his vision, the gun barrel slips from between his cracked dry lips, banging his teeth as the figure moves away across the empty concrete floor. A parking lot, dimly lit, the halogen tube above Apollo's head was on a constant flicker, a tiny tinging sound filling the empty space between his ears. He could no longer think. Death was coming.Apollo with his shoulder length blond hair neat and tied back, in a tuxedo with a single white rose in. It takes every ounce of will you posess to keep you from sprinting. your heart has slowed, no longer thunder in your ears, and you realize Steve is standing at the top of the stairs. It's Friday, and steve just got done with his security graveyard shift at the casino. Was he there the whole time? instinctually your hands fly up to cover yourself. you flush and feel as though this embarassment will truly kill you. Steve just leans against the wall, rifling thru his mail. what luck! He. His body languagecomplimented the way she had him made up and attired. Let's review it indetail. The young man's collar-length hair was cut in bangs and curledunder on the sides and in back. It had been lightened from its normalmousey brown to a shimmering blond hue. His naturally soft features wereenhanced by foundation, blush, various eye make-ups, and dark pinklipstick. The combination gave him the face of a prom queen. Around hisslim neck was a single strand of graduated, faux pearls..