I got this!

Just because I haven't had time recently to write anything new I'm posting a random short story I wrote... Hope you enjoy!

Jeff was dressed in his nicest flannel shirt, the one his mom bought him for Christmas. His hair was washed with the shampoo that also had the conditioner in it so it felt baby soft, his hands has no signs of the soot, saw dust or blue marking chalk that had caked them just hours earlier. This was it, first date in almost four years, he was nervous that he let the girl pick the place, from the foods she spoke of he was convinced she has a more refined pallet then he, not to mention each meal was a battle with his lactose and acid issues. There was no doubt about it; this had the potential to turn out bad.

He arrived at the restaurant, there wasn't any parking lot, and his blue pickup looked just slightly out of place under the carport decorated with tiny purple lights and vases full of flowers with names he was sure he couldn't pronounce.

A valet approached his window "ticket." he said with an out stretched hand holding a little yellow piece of paper with red script stamped into it. "You know, I don't really like paying for a valet, no offense, it's just not really my thing, where can I park?"

"I'm sorry sir, there is no public parking, and the valet is free though."

"Oh ok here you go, but please don't touch the seat, it took me like two months to get it the way I like It." he said handing over the keys. Free valet huh? This place is going to cost me a fortune, this girl better be worth it.

He climbed the three concrete steps that have been painted to look like marble, to a landing leading to two large wooden doors; the landing was made of real marble.

As he pulled open one of the doors a man on the other side quickly responded and took the weight of the door out of Jeff's hand.

"Welcome to le petit mort"

"You’ve got that right."

"Pardon me sir?"

"Heh nothing." Jeff suddenly realized how out of his element he was here, who was this girl? Why from the conversation they had did she think this would be the kind of place he would like?

"So... I'm looking for a Girl I'm supposed to meet here, Jessica Blanc"

"Yes sir she's waiting for you, but I'm terribly sorry, this is a black tie event, I'm afraid I can not let you in without proper entire."

" Ha!" Jeff laughed not so much in Jacque, here's face but in his general direction. "I got that covered!" he reaches up in buttons his top two buttons "I never leave home with out it." folds back his shirt and reviles a bow tie, dark blue, placed perfectly on the top of he's sternum. Neatly tattooed on his neck.

'Jacque' chuckles and because he's not really sure what else to do, leads Jeff to the table waiting for him inside. Jeff is never so relieved to have caved under a drunken dare before, and Jessica, looks smoking hot in a very low cut formal gown, night worth it!