A/N: bored as all hell and tired of colorblind

She didn't like him.

He had too-large feet. And where his face was supposed to be, there was a lot of red. Red hair, red acne, red lips from sucking on cherry lollipops all day.

He was the type of guy that walked into a bar while making a joke about two guys walking into a bar. There was an element of social reprehensibility to this kid. He didn't know how to walk or talk to girls.

When he finally did, she had a feeling he'd been building up the courage to do it for a long time. He stuttered his way through the words and left all his coolness at the door, besides his coat. (To be fair, his coat wasn't really that cool, either. Kind of a noir kind of deal - black and full of pockets.)

"Hey," he said. He left it like that. Hey. What kind of douche just said hey, and didn't follow up? Then he waved one of his too-large hands.

"Hey, how are you?" she said, just to be nice. She definitely didn't like him now. He was leaning in a bit too close. She could smell the cherry lollipop flavor inside of his mouth, and it was hot and wet. Tasted more like cough medicine.

He smiled at her, slow, no teeth. "I'm good," he said politely.

"Good," she replied. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder as she flipped it to her back, turning away from Red Kid to pay closer attention to the liquor on the wall. She couldn't see his face after that; didn't want to see his face. But she did sense when he left, like the space next to her had inverted. When she turned to look, all the red was gone.

She didn't like him, really. He was a big douche, and she hated his coat - but. Now she felt kind of lonely. Which was okay. She wasn't that kind of girl, anyway.