Temptation (Trifecta Challenge - Trouble)

Here is this week’s Trifectra challenge word: trou·ble noun \ˈtrə-bəl\ 1 : the quality or state of being troubled especially mentally 2 : public unrest or disturbance trouble brewing downtown> 3 : an instance of trouble The Trifecta Council asks that you please remember: Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. The word itself needs to be included in your response. You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. Your post must include a link back to Trifecta. Please submit your post's permalink, not the main page of your blog. For example: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/03/trifextra-week-eight.html not http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/.

Tad and Shane met every weekend at the Ballroom Blitz for drinks and some time away from the wives and kids. They'd been there so many times it was like another portion of their home, half way across town. Even the neon lights that hung over the pinball machine were mirrored in their own dens, like an extension of a life they lived in tandem with their real lives.

Dim lights made everyone look a little better, after the booze kicked in and the verbal boundaries disintegrated.

"Did you get a chance to see Avengers?" Tad asked.

"Yeah, we took the kids last Saturday, Thor kicked ass."

"Hulk-man was my favorite. Did you stick around for the credits?"

"Nah, by the time the credits were rolling, the kids were restless and making so much noise I would have missed them any way." Shane said as he tossed back the rest of his beer, nodding to the bartender for another round.

"You missed out on some great insight by leaving before…." Tads voice trailed off as he turned, like an owl on his barstool, to face the entrance.

The heavy wood door opened letting light in from outside. Long, slender legs led the way, followed by curving hips that held a small piece of black fabric in place. Heavy breasts spilled over the top of red lace that plunged to the bottom of her ribcage. Her waist length hair shimmered, like honeyed wheat as the light and wind played over it. Every pair of eyes was on her. She moved like water on glass to the bar.

"A shot of vodka with a cranberry chaser," she said, as she pushed her hair over bare shoulders, and stared right through Tad.

"Sure thing Trix," the bartender said as he poured.

She smiled at Tad, and put her hand on his leg.

"It's time for us to get going Shane," Tad said.

"Let's do it, this one is definitely trouble looking for a place to land."