F3 Night on the Town

            It was movie night. The run-down arthouse theater in Meriville was running a truly awful vampire movie. Nosferatu in Black Garters played at midnight, and I dressed for the occasion. My best—and only—suit looked good. I further dressed it up with a striped silver and black tie. Cufflinks and a tie bar helped accent the whole thing. A white scarf and my black fedora completed the look.

            I picked up Nikki in the underground lot; she stood next to her car resplendent in a shimmering white silk gown that slunk down her curves. The gown left her shoulders wonderfully bare, but she had a pair of long white opera gloves to dress the whole thing up a little more.

            I stepped out, about to let out a wolf whistle, but she beat me to it. She curled a finger, beckoning me to her. I ran two fingers around the brim of my fedora, then did a Fred Astaire slide to her. When I reached her, I pulled my hat off and made a bow. The bow went better in my head than in reality, but Nikki smiled all the same.

            When I came back up she pulled me close and kissed me.

            “That’s sexual assault,” I smirked.

            “You deserve it for dressing so provocatively,” she grabbed my rear.