gangster and moll

they were the club’s power couple Fred was the owner of the Gaslight Lounge where men showed they were men and guns settled things in disturbing ways Shelly had walked in on a Tuesday six months ago with her azure blue eyes and her winsome ways Fred played it nonchalant, acted cool towards her we bartenders knew it meant he was insanely interested Shelly has one of those stories she is not sharing we did not know a thing about her, except that she was on his wavelength if Fred wore yellow, Shelly would appear wearing the same exact color she had a second sense about him; it was uncanny and unnatural they dillydallied around each other for a few months we all saw the night they fell in love; it was kismet as if they had lived several lifetimes together, they came together like two flames of the same bonfire they are together now, intense and passionate both ready to pull a gun on anybody and everybody we bartenders serve them quickly ready to duck from flying bullets or sparks at a second’s notice They are volatile up and ready for action. Gangster and moll, twin flames, they have shot up this place twice in the last two weeks.