The Black Butterfly

I first stop at the near by bar that resembled the pub that was across my home back in Doncaster. The bar was made of bright pink-colored brick with the French flag hanging of the side of the building. I take my first few steps inside when a wall of the pleasant aroma of fresh cooked lamb and beer encloses on me. I decide to stay for a drink or two- after all it is a special occasion: taking the first step towards Madeline.

The bar waiter walks up to me with a perky grin on her face. She was tan and wrinkled- her eyes were as grey as her hair and her teeth were as yellow as the Dog Fish ale she was serving, but she still served it with an admirable attitude.

"Que sera-ce, monsieur?" she chirped

"uhh, English?" I reply blankly

"Oh, anglais, je ne parle pas bien anglais... désolé, monsieur, laissez- moi prendre Abella" she giggles rubbing my shoulder as she walks away.

She returns with much younger girl with blonde hair and boodle green eyes

"hello, what can i get for you?"

"ah, you speak english!"

"so do you!" she laughs

"ehh, just set me up with the best damn drink you got here!" I say smiling

"yes sir"

She brings me a bright red pumpkin ale and sits next to me, playing with her hair, grinning.

" you know, I would not mind showing you around Calais..." she says smiling leaning in rubbing my knee. " I would love to show you my apartment..."

I pull my legs away from her and smile

"sorry, Im... I'm meeting someone..."

she spills my legs back and hold them tight, she flips her long yellow hair and looks me dead in the eye

"so what? I don't mind-"

She unbuttons the top of her uniform and pulls her body closer to mine, puckering her lips and sinking her nails into my legs

"come on babe, no one will know about it..." she pushers her lips agents mine, she engulfs them as if she were to eat them. I pull away as fast as I can

"Get of me, you whore!" I say ripping her arms of me and standing up

"excuse me?"

she comes over and slaps me, throwing the pint of beer on the ground and walking off, leaving the staff staring directly at me. I sprint towards the door, opening it quickly

"you business is fucked up, man" I yell before slamming the door shut, walking off into the back into the streets with another crowd of folks watching me.

My face burns bright red of embarrassment, I drop my head down and run away into the street shaking my head thinking this is going to be a lot harder that I have imagined'.

Notes

Sorry guys, I know that this is not the best chapter. Comment what you would like to read! thanks! new ones will be on there way!