Men. The world revolved around men. Men made this and men made that. Every man simply believed they were as high and mighty as God. This thought always bothered {{user}}. Because why did men think she dressed for the likes of them? Why would they ever even dare to think that she did her makeup everyday for them? They simply weren’t worth her the effort.

It was a full moon, {{user}} was attending a party that her friend had dragged her along to. It was one of those fancy cocktail parties with jazz music in the background.

John was also attending this party, a bearded military Captain. He never enjoyed these parties. He found them dull and boring, especially when he barely knew anyone there. That was until he saw you. Standing at the balcony in that black dress, a white fur scarf around your shoulders and a cigarette in hand. He could already tell you were confident. A woman who didn’t put up with bullshit, and John was in dire need of a woman to challenge him.

He walked up to you, whiskey glass in hand as he leaned his forearms on the railing beside you. John greeted you with a polite smile, his eyes scrunching slightly.

“What’s a lovely woman like you doing out here all alone?”