His leather jacket had chains on it. His Mohawk was snot-green. And his ear, nose, eyebrow, and nipple piercings were proudly displayed. His eyes locked instantly on a vision. He stared at Rachell, like a deer into headlights.“Damn,” he thought to himself. “She’s hella fine!”The hair on the back of her neck stood up and Rachell knew someone was looking at her. Nonchalantly, she looked around the room. When her eyes met Lars, it was mystical. The room became quiet and her vision was filled only with him. Of course the drinks could have had some effect on that too.“Damn,” she thought to herself. “He’s hella fine!”He awkwardly walked up and started talking gibberish to her, which she couldn’t hear because the music was so loud. She smiled and acted amused, oblivious to the room, and just watched him. She tried to read his lips while he talked, but her mind was envisioning kissing his lips. She thought about exploring his mouth with her tongue. She imagined his mouth caressing her bod
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