1.) Him and the Girls.

1966.

New York City.

It was a chilled November night and I was on a stroll through downtown headed to see a few friends. It was on this walk where I saw him. Instantly everything felt as if it had slowed down and I was caught in his seductively charming stare. As we walked closer towards each other his eyes sent a feeling of sensual mischief shooting down my spine simultaneously causing a blast of heat to the balls of my cheeks. Then as we approached one another he smirked and licked his lips whispering, "good evening", in a soft yet assertively masculine tone.

I smiled and timidly whispered back, "good evening to you too." Though as flushed as my cheeks were, I'm sure they spoke for me.

"Who the hell was that?" I thought to myself the rest of the way to the Hotel Chelsea. I'd like to think that I was a woman of the town. If there were men that looked like that roaming the streets of Manhattan, I typically knew who they were.

As I walked through the doors of the Hotel I wasn't surprised to see Nico, Edie, Ultra Violet, and Candy all compiled in one room. Some more doped up than others but lovely all the same. Granted, I was no saint so I couldn't say much but there was just something about them. As tragic of a scene as it was, they were still my friends. So as my friends they had to know about my run in with the epitome of sex appeal.

"He was beautiful." I explained, "but not solely in the sense of physicality at all. Now, don't get me wrong, he was gorgeous but the look in his eyes as he shot me a glance made me willing to succumb to his every desire without a second thought."

"Well why didn't you take him then?" Candy whispered in her Marilyn Monroe-esque voice. "I couldn't. Everything happened so quick. I hardly got to say anything back before it was over."

"I'm sure you'll see him again darling." Edie halfway slurred as she lay sprawled out across the bed in nothing but a fur and chandelier earrings. - Too many downers to balance out the uppers was my best guess but no one ever really knew with her.

After about an hour of chatting over a few bottles of wine and sloppily rolled joints I gathered my things, kissed the girls goodbye and proceeded on my trek back to Tribeca as he swirled about my intoxicated thoughts the entire trip.