[ WP ] Unbeknownst to you , you meet Medusa at a bar . Luckily you have extreme social anxiety and hate eye contact .

A chime sounds as the front door swings open, and the chatter dies down upon her entrance. Edison, with his back to the door and eyes drowning in his drink, is pretty sure it's a good looking girl, at least. No, not just good looking. Stunning. And famous. Had to be. A lot of gorgeous aspiring actresses in this city. It takes a special girl, a noted girl, to make a room full of men go quiet. Edison then considers the possibility that his speculation about the behavior of his fellow man might be pure horseshit because, in all likelihood, he is just projecting himself onto everyone else. Because he's the one who goes quiet and studies the floor whenever a pretty girl enters within a twenty yard radius from himself. 
 
 The jukebox is still going strong, though, blaring some godawful dubstep track that sounds roughly like a giant robot experiencing a colossal case of the reverberating shits. Then a click, and the music halts. Then the girl ( surely it must be a girl, those delicate clicks on the floor must be those of stalking high heels, not the wide heavy soles of man shoes ) makes her way from the jukebox to the bar counter. 
 
 Edison does not turn to look, because he pretty much just withers and dies whenever a pretty gal looks him once over and, inevitably, dismisses him without another thought. He is still a man, though, if a pathetic one, and he makes like he's adjusting his glasses so that he can peer into the pint glass before him, when really he's just checking out her silhouette in the reflection against a backdrop of bubbling amber. He is well practiced at this surreptitious art and, from what he can tell, she really does have a knockout body, all the more enhanced by her slinky walk. 
 
 Amazingly enough, she is heading right for him. 
 
 He is convinced that she means to walk past him, not to him. Even when her high heels stop dead behind him, his eyes remain glued to the glass, taking in her lines and curves to the last. 
 
 Then a smart voice, with a hint of sultry, says, “ Geez, the last man standing is you? ” 
 
 He's not quite sure what she means by that, but he wants to turn around, smile, and tell her that, technically, he is the last man sitting. But he is Edison Periwinkle, and Edison Periwinkle does n't say that sort of thing around women. Edison Periwinkle says things like: 
 
 “ Huh? Excuse me? ” 
 
 A light giggle. “ Not much of a talker, are you? Well, that's fine, I'm not really in the mood for talk anyway. ” 
 
 He has no idea what she's going on about, and he lapses back into silence, a doughy mound in expensive ill-fitting clothes, huddled over his glass. His palms are sweaty, as Edison notices that her reflected hair looks vaguely like Mom's spaghetti. Then he nearly jumps out of his shoes as the trace of a fingernail runs a track along the blades of his back. 
 
 “ You ever wear a blindfold, mister? ” 
 
 Under her spell, he shakes his head, hair standing on end. 
 
 “ Oh, a first timer then. Well then, may I? ” 
 
 Goosebumps and double meanings abound. Surely a knowing smile on her part, as he hears the rush of silken cloth free itself inside a pair of hands. He then realizes she has asked a question, and he answers with a stilted nod. 
 
 His world goes soft and black, and then he goes spinning as inhuman strength hauls him off the stool and onto the bar counter, accompanied by a terrific crash of shattering glasses. Then her smooth warmth slides onto him, straddling him. She is by no means a heavy girl, but she feels heavy to him nonetheless because he's never had a girl on top of him before. 
 
 This has to be a joke. A practical joke of the highest degree. Candid camera of sorts. Most elaborate setup ever. No other explanation. 
 
 As she undoes his belt buckle, he whispers, “ Who are you? Why are you doing this?? What's going on?? ” 
 
 She answers by yanking his belt free and tossing it aside. 
 
 “ What about everyone else here, for christ's sake! ” 
 
 A pleasant laugh which chills him to the bone, telling him this is all for real. “ Do n't worry, baby, all they can do is watch. ”
