velvet shine

Velvet curtains, velvet coushins, velvet everything it seemed. Everything seemed to shine, even more so because of the excessive amount of alchohol that was swimming around in his blood. She lay there calling him unmovingly. His blood surged, the alchohol churned, he felt lightheaded and heavyhanded. He stumbled. The floor wasn't being normal. It called out to his jaw, wishing to finally meet and his jaw acquiesced. But the floor dealt him a blow, confusing his already useless mind and he tried to think of what he had done to it to deserve such treatment. He heard the girl rise from her shiney, velvet couch and walk towards him. Shining in her silk neglige, light from her gun shined in his eyes as it unloaded three shots into his head, and the alchohol filled blood shone as it misted the air and peppered her face.