First bits and pieces for my N-I-P

Bumbling drunks, insomniacs, tortured artists, honey, I've done seen 'em all. I was dating the kind of boy you only see on silver screens - tall, dark, and handsome, but not lacking his own fair share of oddities. I, myself, was no Stable Mable. Lithium, sleeping pills, body dysmorphia, and a drinking problem to boot, but, boy, did I have a set of gams on me. We'd meet in the dead of night, when the loneliness hit its hardest. Every normal, working person lay wrapped beneath the sheets in slumber, but not the two of us.

He was the kind of fantastic being that fully concurred with my belief that coffee shops shouldn't close at 10pm. How dare they be so callous as to deny us our late-night fix of caffeination.

"Hello?"
"Well, hello, lover."
"What are you up to?"
"Oh, nothing, just coming to see you."
"Really? At such an hour?"
"Would you have it any other way?"
I smiled to myself,
"No," I replied, "of course not. Although, I'm really starting to believe you're a vampire."
"Yeah? A vampire? Why's that?"
"'Cuz I never see you during the day."

I stood beneath the cherry tress that cool spring night, bathed in the light of the moon, tapping my toes with furious impatience. Once and again, a man would pass me by and comment on my eyes, my legs, my lips, but I ignored them all. In truth, all of those were solely on reserve for the gentleman en route.

The city breeze chilled me to the core, and my wiry limbs trembled for homeostasis. I glanced at the time. Late. Always so late. The boy couldn't even be on time for his own funeral, I was certain of it. Still, something about him forced me to forgive his constant strain of faux pas. Frankly, I could never resist him, regardless of anything he did at any moment to unhinge me. How he'd come to possess that power over me, I will never know.

I turned to walk back into my stone fortress, but just as I did, I heard a man clear his throat. I looked back and saw him there in all his glory, standing by the side of the car, passenger door opened, and waiting for me. I couldn't resist the urge to smile.
"Aren't you something," I said, slinking over and sliding inside. He shrugged.
"I guess."
He closed the door once I'd settled myself and walked aorund to take his seat.
"And where are we going tonight?" I asked.
He shrugged once more, staring ahead and picking the dry skin from his perfect lips.
"I don't know. Just drive around, I guess."
"Do you ever know?"
"No."
He peeled out and we began that night's journey.