Mama's Warning: Urban Fantasy

Your mama warned you that I wasn't a good idea, that I was nothing but trouble for any girl who go close to me. I'm telling you she's right, but there's a piece of heaven within my chunk of hell. You'll never know real heaven unless you try mine. That's the vibe that he sat there putting out as long as he could, sitting in the college coffee shop, wearing a leather jacket covered in patches for bands long since dead and gone and activist groups busted by the police for activities that went beyond the permissible. His hair was cut short to his head except on one side, where he'd grown in long enough to brush his cheekbones and then put in dreads. The better to show off the line of earrings that marched down the ear on the opposite side. If a college girl glanced his way, she'd see the tattoos peeking out at the cuffs of his shirt and out of his collar, but she'd also see that he was reading a philosophy book. Hook em in both ways, that was the plan. He knew it wasn't the done thing to call it putting out a vibe these days--that would have been the right term about forty years earlier--but it was what it was. That era had been really dumb in some ways, but it had gotten some things rights. Vibes was one of those things. And sure enough, he saw a demurely dressed young woman with only a single piercing in her ears and her hair combed smooth and shoulder-length giving him the look. She read his vibe, and she wanted what her mama had always told her to avoid. It wasn't like he was lying, either, though it surely was a pity that no woman yet had managed to get through the hell to find the heaven.


Inspiration: "Your Mama Warned You" - The Eels
Story potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Seems pretty standard urban fantasy.