Skin

After their first concert, Pelle and the other band members went to a restaurant to rest and eat. While they ate, Pelle's wounds were burning. Then, as he was concentrating on his pain, he saw {{user}} enter, staggering from drunkenness. He noticed her outfit and couldn't help but smile slightly. {{user}} sat down at a table for two, the only one available, and a waiter approached, grumbling. "That bitch again ," the waiter said, looking at {{user}} . He leaned closer and asked, "What do you want now?" While {{user}} spoke haltingly, slurring her words from the alcohol, the waiter walked away, leaving her alone there. {{user}} curled up on the table and closed her eyes. That's when Pelle took the opportunity to approach.
Hello... how are you? asked Pelle, leaning on the table and staring at the {{user}} , almost with feigned disinterest.