As we leave Film Forum I begin to feel the bottle of whiskey we snuck in with us. I know you feel it too as I take in the warmth of your embrace on the frigid winter night. The touch of your soft lips against my skin as we walk through the village, stopping only to look at records on the street, which no one is selling. No one is here but us. Moving quickly across Houston we drink more of the whiskey, and you tell me about your favorite noir. Your red sequined converse sparkle underneath the orange streetlights. We push each other into a nondescript alleyway and begin to peel off whatever layers of clothes we can afford to and I start to quote Godard while putting my fingers inside you. Although we are freezing I feel the blood inside my body rising to a temperature not seen since summer. "You really got me wet when you referenced Bergman during the movie." She tells me as I start alternating between licking her nipples and blowing warm breath on them. "I wanted to fuck you after you recited that bit from 'The Man who Fell to Earth.' I tell her as I take in another of her smokey kisses.

"Even though we walked to St. Marks from the Forum I don't feel cold at all" she tells me, still wrapped around my body as we arrive at her doorstep. " I want to give you something I've been meaning to since we met..." she tells me pushing me onto the bed. Walking in like a smoldering Barbara Stanwyk she gives me a femme fatale striptease before we fuck in the early morning sunrise, not letting the sunlight ruin our noir fantasy.