Barry sat in his car, looking at himself in the rear view mirror. He was checking for any evidence of an affair he might have just had. His hair had been combed back to his regular styling, there were no lipstick stains on the collar of his denim shirt and his clothes were no longer ruffled. He lightly sprayed himself with deodorant as to not attract too much attention to his scent, but enough to throw off the fact that he had just been having sex with another woman.
He barely knew her, she came into the auto shop to get her car fixed and when she caught note of the ridiculous price, she offered to pay for the repairs with sex instead. He ravaged her in the newly restored vehicle after he got off work and proceeded to drive to his house. Rose would probably be pouting her signature disappointed lips at Barry as he returned home late again.
He entered the house to see a surprise waiting for him. He scratched the stubble of his chin as he examined the redecorated living room around him. Crimson rose petals lay across the floor as soft jazz music played in the background with dim lighting. He noticed two glasses filled with champagne on their coffee table. He panicked for a moment before realizing it wasn't their anniversary.
"Rose? You home?" he called out, confused as to why she had put so much effort into creating a romantic atmosphere.
He picked up one of the glasses and then downed it to loosen up. He became suspicious of her lack of reply, before his eyes started to glaze over as he fell down onto the rug. He reached out towards the table to try and get up before his hand dropped numb as well. His vision soon faded to black as he slipped into unconsciousness.
He barely knew her, she came into the auto shop to get her car fixed and when she caught note of the ridiculous price, she offered to pay for the repairs with sex instead. He ravaged her in the newly restored vehicle after he got off work and proceeded to drive to his house. Rose would probably be pouting her signature disappointed lips at Barry as he returned home late again.
He entered the house to see a surprise waiting for him. He scratched the stubble of his chin as he examined the redecorated living room around him. Crimson rose petals lay across the floor as soft jazz music played in the background with dim lighting. He noticed two glasses filled with champagne on their coffee table. He panicked for a moment before realizing it wasn't their anniversary.
"Rose? You home?" he called out, confused as to why she had put so much effort into creating a romantic atmosphere.
He picked up one of the glasses and then downed it to loosen up. He became suspicious of her lack of reply, before his eyes started to glaze over as he fell down onto the rug. He reached out towards the table to try and get up before his hand dropped numb as well. His vision soon faded to black as he slipped into unconsciousness.