"Lloyd. Are you sure you're alright?" asked his purple haired assistant, Cecile Croomy.
"I'm perfectly fine Cecile. I really don't think that I've ever been better!" he exclaimed as they walked towards the local pub. Cecile sighed to herself. Milly Ashford had broken off her and Lloyd's engagment, not caring what happened to her family's name or fortune, and Cecile thought that Lloyd was just laughing it off to cover his true feelings on the subject. Reaching the pub, they entered and strode to the bar. Ordering a rum and coke for Cecile and a burbon for Lloyd they just sat and people watched. Sitting in quiet companionship for no more than fifteen minutes before they were startled by the silence shattering bang of a table being flipped.
"What the hell did you just say?!!" it erupted like a bomb from a man’s mouth. They peered to their left and saw two men standing in fighting stances and glaring at one another. One of the men, a big lug with a snake tattoo up his right arm, made a face and then said,
"Ya know what that is Frank? That's the look on your wife's face when she's actually been pleased! But then I guess you wouldn’t know anything about that now would you?" the other man lunged at him and planted his fist right into the other man’s mouth. Cecile half hiccuped and half gasped. She turned to make a comment to Lloyd and found him staring at her. He was scrutinizing her face, eyebrows puckered and a frown on his face.

"W-what?" she asked, self-conciously.
"What does YOUR face look like when you've been pleased?" curiously, he leaned closer and she blusheda deep shade of crimson at the close proximity.
"Well, if you must know...I'm...I'm still so-somewhat of a...virgin." the crimson faded to a light pink that powdered her nose and cheeks. Lloyd blinked.
"Really? A woman as beautiful as you, I would have expected you to be sought after." they were both tippsy. But, that didn't mean that they didn't know what they were saying.
"We...we should probably be leaving. It's getting late." Cecile glanced at the clock, "Or, in this case, it's getting early." She let out a soft giggle at her own joke.
"You're right." Lloyd gave a little chuckle as well. Standing up, he offered her his hand. She accepted it and he pulled her up and into his chest when she stummbled. They laughed nervously.                                                 
And with that, they slowly made their way towards the door and Lloyd stumbled. With Ceile supporting him they finally managed to make it outside. Once in the cool night air, they sobered up, much to Lloyd's dislike. Which he mentioned to Cecile who laughed and laughed harder at the mock pout and glower that he sent her. So Lloyd gave an airy laugh ,grabbed her hand, and slid her arm through his. The crisp night air swirled around them, filling them with wonderful summer scents, as they made their way towards Cecile’s apartment. Beside him Lloyd heard Cecile inhail deeply. Turning to look at her he was frozen. Her head was tilted up slightly and to the right. Her eyes were closed and she had a gentle smile on her lips. He had the strongest urge to touch her then and almost gave into that urge. He had his hand raised and it was poised close to her cheek but he reconsidered when a light breeze lifted her hair and he caught her scent. He shuddered and drew his hand away just seconds before she opened her eyes. She smiled up at him as they approached the foot of her building.