Vice and Victor - Chapter Two

“Alright,” he gestured for Victor to bring him out a drink; he sensed he was going to need one. So, the girl was angry, and probably with good cause. She had the eyes for it, a fine edge between vulnerability and hardness was contained within those blue-green depths.

They would make a good cover image, he speculated, but the entire package was nice. On the edge between curvy and athletic, as if she fought hard against her body’s natural inclinations and lost more than she won. Plenty of woman, he thought with a flare of heat that caught him by surprise, for a man to hold onto. “But there are different types of pissed off,” he added.

She struck a chord and then ran through it a string at a time. “Girl anthem, pissed off.”

“Okay,” he took a seat across from her and wished he had brought a notepad or a phone out with him. “There have been a few different types of girl anthems recently, many successful, all with a different feel to them.”

“A call to arms,” she said as Victor placed a bott