[ WP ] [ NSFW ] A night at the bar gets sinister

The lamppost outside of O'Malley's pub flickered it's final breaths before giving out, drenching the small pub in sinister darkness. The patrons inside were warm, happy and drunk, completely shielded from the cold uninviting night. 
 `` So I tell him that's not my wife it's my sister!'' 
 She laughed but the sound was lost in the raucous laughter of the booth behind them. A since fell over the two strangers but their glances spoke volumes. She inched closer to him and put her head on his shoulders. 
 `` I'd like to see you again...'' her words left filled with hope. 
 `` Why not come with me tonight?'' 
 She inched closer and he could fully smell her perfume: it smelled like strawberries and summer. 
 `` I'm sorry I...'' 
 `` You're not that type of girl, I understand'' he put his arm around her and gave her a reassuring smile. 
 Slowly, in an almost imperceptible whisper she began to sing. So low only he could hear her. 
 `` Strangers in the night, we were just strangers in the night...'' 
 He sat quietly and closed his eyes and listened. She slipped something into his breast pocket and walked away. He immediately reached for it and smiled when he saw her number written in beautiful strokes. A heart punctuated the digits at the end. He put it back and patted it to make sure it was safe. He looked at his watch and frowned. He had to work in 6 hours. When she returned he relayed this unfortunate fact to her. They said they're goodbyes and to his surprised she kissed him on the lips, a small playful kiss that might have meant nothing, or everything. He left with his head spinning and in a daze he somehow ordered a taxi, got home, went through his nightly routine and immediately dozed off. 
 The morning came quickly, birds were singing but they were blurred out by the shriek of his alarm clock. He stood up, a little groggy perhaps more than a little hungover and he proceeded to get ready for work. Just as he was leaving though he ran back and grabbed his jacket from the night before. The number was still there, the paper was a little more crumpled than it had been but the numbers were legible. So he took it with him and went down the stairs of his apartment. His coworker had already warmed up the car. They had been carpooling for years now, and he was always grateful that he was up earlier because the warm car was a blessing to get into on a cold morning. When he got into the car however he smelled something delicious. 
 `` What's that smell Jim?'' 
 `` Huh?'' 
 `` It smells great in here'' 
 `` Oh yeah, my wife cooked a strawberry shortcake for me to take to the office'' 
 The rest of the drive went by in silence, but he just enjoyed the aroma. It smelled like her perfume, like summer and like strawberries. Once at the office he said bid Jim farewell and walked up to the elevator. Seven stories up he went until the doors opened and revealed a busy office. The words `` The New York Times'' hung from the wall behind the receptionist for all to see. He flirted with the receptionist and went to his office where tomorrow's edition of the Times awaited his approval. The cover read `` Woman's Body Found Outside of Central Park.'' The face of the woman was displayed clearly. Suddenly a massive chill that started at the base of his skull and ran down the length of his back and into each of his limbs took form. He gulped and his head filled with strawberries and summer. 
 `` Jim, has never talked about his wife before...'' 

