Silence. Everything around her wrapped in a perpetual blanket of silence, though for Alexia that was normal. One of the rare moments when she had a night off Alex found herself wondering the streets, unable to sleep due to her own internal clock Alex was left trying to physically wear herself out, in hopes that it would also tire her mind out and thus allowing her to finally get the sleep that she knew she needed.<br/><br/>Shrugging the leather bomber jacket tighter about her frame Alex paused to light a cigarette, her hand cupping the end, as she flicked her lighter sparking the flint to ignite the fumes to give life to a tiny flame. Slowly, she puffed on the end, drawing the flame to the end of the piece of paper and tobacco products, her eyes closing as that first sweet taste of smoke filled her mouth then her lungs. The first cigarette of the night, though it certainly would not be the last, it still had that special notion of being the first. It would taste the best and would be the one remembered, especially given the contrast with the heat from the burning end in relation to her cold palm.<br/><br/>Holding the smoke in her lungs, Alex looked about the now desolate city streets, trying to figure out just where would she like to spend her evening. With skill born of years of smoking, though her mother often tried to make her quit, Alex allowed to smoke to roll from her nostrils.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> There must be something to do? The night cannot have died before it had truly begun</span>she thinks to herself as she took another drag of her cigarette, then choose a direction and started down the street. As she passed a set of stairs a scent caught her attention, causing Alex to pause at the top of the stairs to peer down at the darkness. Something, pulled at her, almost as if there was a magnet at the bottom of the stairs and she but a piece of metal. Normally, Alex is not one to just go walking into a strange place but, tonight, tonight she just had to go and see what lied within the unknown.<br/><br/>Finishing her cigarette she put it out on the sole of her boots before she journeyed down the stairs to answer this desire to see the unknown.<br/><br/>â€“<br/>Finding a seat was not hard, as most of the crowd seemed content to just stand and sway, to the music Alex could feel through the floor. As she lit another cigarette, the light from the lighter illuminating her features. Angler and sharp, with<a class="postlink" href="http://bagsview.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/cute-pixie-haircuts-cute-pixie-styles.jpg">features</a>that often had her jokingly referred to as being an elf while growing up. Her skin though without blemish was somewhat on the pale side, were she to spend time in the sun she does tan fairly well, but with her current life of night shifts and such, she and the sun were passing acquaintances. Hazel eyes scanned the crowd, while the free hand absentmindedly toyed with the earring that dangled from her ear. A waitress approached and she pointed to the small picture displaying their beer special, smiling when the waitress nodded and left to get her drink.<br/><br/>Sitting at the table alone, Alex enjoyed her cigarette as the crowd began to gather closer about the stage. The show must be getting started.<br/><br/>As it began Alex sat in appreciative awe, her eyes fixated on the beauty on the stage, her eyes focusing on her lips reading the words there. Alex could feel the music, the notes, the beats, the emotion moving her as she stared up at the talented woman who commanded the stage. Alex watched, as the men practically drooled over her and the women glared with anger and jealousy, which perplexed Alex. It is not as if the woman on the stage was actually trying to do anything to the men, they were just dogs who were unable to keep their dicks in their pants while they watched a beautiful woman perform. If anything, the women should be pissed at their men and not at the woman who was merely doing her job of entertaining them all.<br/><br/>When the waitress arrived Alex paid her without breaking her eyes way from the blood red lips, for she wished to not miss a moment of the show. She only sipped at the beer while she watched the rest of the show, remaining seated as the rest of the crowd rose from their seats to show their appreciation. Alex merely wiped the silent tears from her eyes, stood and left.<br/><br/>Cold night air was bracing and helped to clear her mind and push away the rush of emotions that had filled her. Such sadness had suddenly overwhelmed her that Alex had been caught off guard and for a moment shocked as to what to do. In the cold night air she lit another cigarette, her hand shaking though she assumed it was from the cold, drawing comfort from the poison cloud as it filled her lungs and calmed her nerves.<br/><br/>She looked back down the stairs where she had just come from, then down to the corner street committing the location to memory before she started to slow and silent journey home.