Swinging Vines in Vienna...A short story...part 1

"Sit down, Mamms" He said to her, "You've not been to sleep yet."

She looked over at him, her beautiful eyes shining, smiling at him mischievously.

" I can't sit down," she replied dreamily, "I'm in loooove!,"
She continued dancing around the room, gyrating to the music.

"You'll be dead and in love, if you don't get some sleep, babes," He said.
He wasn't angry, more like a bit jealous.
She'd gone out without him last night, as he had to do some boring shit, which also meant no partying..

" I'm immortal!," She shouted loudly, spreading her arms wide, and spinning around time and time again.

"You're really high, to " He replied, smiling at her.

"Anyway, I can't go to bed now," She said dreamily, " He's comin' around for breakfast..."

'Oh bollox, not again,' He thought to himself, smiling...

"This ones different," She said, sensing his thoughts, " He has muscles... and a job!"
"Whats' your point?," He said, totally bemused now.
A job? Uh?
What the fuck? He never realized hat she was that high.
'Yup', He thought to himself, seeing her off her very beautiful face - ...it was definitely envy...

"He can pay for my vines, sweetie," Mamma said, sitting down heavily on the sofa. "My vines!"

She sat finally. But not to relax. It was just a more comfortable position to snort whatever was on the mirror.
'she's so smashed' He thought, smiling, '....and very, very sexy.'...
Determined to try and have a conversation with her, he decided to carry on the conversation..

" Vines? What bloody vines? We don't have any vines. We're in Vienna, not Burgundy.... or The Congo, come to think of it." He added.

"He told me I'm his Jane, and He's my Tarzan, " She said, "He says we're gonna swing through Vienna by night, holding onto 'the vines of passion' together, and wearing only the moonlight as we hold on to each other...."
She trailed off staring into middle distance, her thoughts now having trouble matching her tongue, seemingly.

"Well babes, I hope your vines have an internal battery heating system , it's minus 23 out there. You'll freeze your bollocks off out there" He added, " Even though you don't have any..."

"Who needs heating, when your in love?" She said, looking at me.

" Apart from the Polar bears and Penguins? Pretty much everyone else.... " He replied .
She looked at him, laughing ....

"I need to get dressed!" She said suddenly , "I have to look my best for when he arrives."

Looking at her and the deep dark sunken eyes of tiredness - which made her look more like a panda, than a supermodel - he doubted her desire to be able to 'look her best', very, very, unlikely.
Quite Impossible, actually.
She never looked less than perfect to him though, no matter what state she was in, or what she was wearing. Or wasn't she wasn't wearing...
She did look amazing in her new high heels though, there was no getting away from that...

"I think I'll put my high heels on, " she said, seemingly reading his mind.
He nodded, already seeing the oncoming car crash of flailing legs and broken ankles in his minds eye...

" Ah, fuck that," She quickly said, rethinking it.
"Even I know I couldn't walk in those things, not in this state..."

She was interrupted by a noise...
The door bell rang...

" Shit! who's that?" she said, startled and jumping up..

He started laughing. She'd forgotten about him already.

"Ready for breakfast?...."