"My First Night Out" drabbles by Olga Klezovitch

My First Night Out, Part 2

My First Night Out

Her yummy, scarlet lips added an unexpected flavor to her pale complexion. “Can I sit here?” She nodded.

The movie theatre was completely empty, projecting some low-budget horror for our private enjoyment. From an awkward silence coming from my side, she inferred I was a novice. Her big mouth stretched into an encouraging smile as she stroked my elbow.

What should I start with? She noticed the corkscrew sticking from my backpack and beamed with anticipation.

So, the corkscrew it is, then. Frankly, I would rather use the chainsaw but I suppose it can wait till my next time.