There were always kisses on the mirror.

Every weekend, I found them. I had been the bartender at Imp's Bottle for three years, and that was the thing that irritated me most: the mirror kisses.

The ladies' restroom was littered with them. Puckered lip prints and waxy scarlet messages defaced the glass, tacky and cheap, like temporary tattoos. Ugh, and those colors. Noxious. Flamboyant. Fugly. "Police Siren Red", "BubbleYum Pink", even "Katy Perry Mauve". Who came up with those names? Somebody got paid for that. Probably the equivalent of what I made in a month.

These girls - these perpetrators - must have been putting on multiple layers of these obnoxious lipsticks and kissing the mirror. Then, in the same collection of blinding hues, scribbling things like:
"Girl Power"
"XOXO"
"I Want Candy"
"For a Good Time Call ____" (insert the name and phone...