sketching, for alice

Alice shuffled about impatiently, sipping at the neck of the bottle--inthebackground, music and the sound of chatter from all across the zurich afternoon. Outside - grey rain across the street. Her freckles glowed due to the sunlight creeping in through cracks in the window and her dark, blackberry hair swept over shoulder and neck. In the corner, by the bar, two irishmen -- two to tango, two to tango, do do do do do dah dah. Alice - Alice - Alice - I love her, you know? Why? I don't know? What does anybody know anything, except we should all just love because it's the only damn thing we can do!