The Miss U of My Life (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #27)
He opened the car door and stepped out. He was the Miss U of my life. He walked like twelve gentlemen and smiled like a porn star. He picked up his beverage of choice — vodka. Double. Straight. He flicked a strand from his bangs back. He pranced. He prattled. He roared. He kicked. A lot. He banged. He flailed. He lit a cigarette and inhaled some coke. He rambled about the mysteries of the ocean. He went home with someone else.