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@Daxam@Narcotic Dollie
Sabine turned towards Zac with her lip bit, her eyebrows furrowed in innocent guilt...y'know, that look when your five year-old daughter spills hot chocolate on the TV speakers?
While it might've been just as cute on the 24 year-old Sabine, the implications and reasons for doing so weren't so appropriate.
"...just a teensy weensy bit of ice. Eighth of a gram isn't gonna kill me; it's only half a hit. Now, if you're gonna worry about me, just know I'm a big girl...I can handle myself...if I had some water. Say...could you grab me a glass, Zac? Pretty please...? I'm...*she swallowed and tried to wet her lips*...more than a little thirsty. It's sweating all out, I swear..."
Right in mid-sentence, she stopped talking as her eyes rested on Nori's.
And that was all she remembered as the two embers sat in her memory forever, piercing into her like the rays of a sunset vainly lancing through the shroud of night. The lights dimmed for the next song, and though the music still played in her ears, she could not, would not remember anything about that night.
Well, except for this brilliant flash of gold, tan, blue, and black, as well as a billion different photo filters...
"...your name's...Nori, right? Kyle...I just met the guy a half-hour ago and he already the cream of the crop in his possession...
...how the hell's a girl supposed to compete in this game?"
Sabine turned towards Zac with her lip bit, her eyebrows furrowed in innocent guilt...y'know, that look when your five year-old daughter spills hot chocolate on the TV speakers?
While it might've been just as cute on the 24 year-old Sabine, the implications and reasons for doing so weren't so appropriate.
"...just a teensy weensy bit of ice. Eighth of a gram isn't gonna kill me; it's only half a hit. Now, if you're gonna worry about me, just know I'm a big girl...I can handle myself...if I had some water. Say...could you grab me a glass, Zac? Pretty please...? I'm...*she swallowed and tried to wet her lips*...more than a little thirsty. It's sweating all out, I swear..."
Right in mid-sentence, she stopped talking as her eyes rested on Nori's.
Oh my.
And that was all she remembered as the two embers sat in her memory forever, piercing into her like the rays of a sunset vainly lancing through the shroud of night. The lights dimmed for the next song, and though the music still played in her ears, she could not, would not remember anything about that night.
Well, except for this brilliant flash of gold, tan, blue, and black, as well as a billion different photo filters...
"...your name's...Nori, right? Kyle...I just met the guy a half-hour ago and he already the cream of the crop in his possession...
...how the hell's a girl supposed to compete in this game?"
"Hey, everything okay?"
Sabine stared blankly into Zac's eyes as her mind rebounded all the way out of her own little bubble.
"No...yes...uh...yes! Yes, I'm good...wait...did you see me...on the way to the bathroom?"
The blood was still there on her t-shirt, red ichor glimmering shades of lavender and burgundy from the overhead lights, a river of red trickling down her collarbone to ever-lower depths.
"...just haven't drank much water lately...um...so you've met Kyle and the DJ, huh?"
She pointed towards Nori and Kyle.
"...actually I haven't met the DJ yet. Let's get together before we do all the talking...alright?"
God...she was so hot right now...and speaking of hot, there was Kyle and that goddess again...dressed in a makeshift miniskirt made of Kyle's shirt. Sabine's eyes looked up and down Nori's legs and...other assets before looking back up to both Kyle and Nori's faces.
"...hi! Is...this that 'certain someone' I think it is? The name's Sabine, rhymes with Saline, except the A's lowercase...I liked the DJing up there...it's really good...and your friend...does he strip that often, or is he just that cocky with his abs?"
She glanced at Dangermouse across the floor.
"I know I'd be if I was that...hot. Speaking of hot, um...it's alright if I just get some water, right? Because I'm really, really really thirsty and no, please don't make a kiddy joke about me being thirsty. People die of thirst. Not funny."
Her mouth was on fire now. She couldn't stop talking, and the music and lights and everything and everyone was putting her on her toes. She was feeling either good or really bad, and flopped between either as her eyes darted every which way.
Now you know : drugs are bad kids.
Little did Sabine know that all her yapping came out in a record 10 seconds, with no pause of breath taken. Not that she'd know; everything was all the same and relatively good to her. She hadn't screwed up yet...or was that in her head?
Sabine stared blankly into Zac's eyes as her mind rebounded all the way out of her own little bubble.
Am I okay?
"No...yes...uh...yes! Yes, I'm good...wait...did you see me...on the way to the bathroom?"
The blood was still there on her t-shirt, red ichor glimmering shades of lavender and burgundy from the overhead lights, a river of red trickling down her collarbone to ever-lower depths.
"...just haven't drank much water lately...um...so you've met Kyle and the DJ, huh?"
She pointed towards Nori and Kyle.
"...actually I haven't met the DJ yet. Let's get together before we do all the talking...alright?"
God...she was so hot right now...and speaking of hot, there was Kyle and that goddess again...dressed in a makeshift miniskirt made of Kyle's shirt. Sabine's eyes looked up and down Nori's legs and...other assets before looking back up to both Kyle and Nori's faces.
"...hi! Is...this that 'certain someone' I think it is? The name's Sabine, rhymes with Saline, except the A's lowercase...I liked the DJing up there...it's really good...and your friend...does he strip that often, or is he just that cocky with his abs?"
She glanced at Dangermouse across the floor.
"I know I'd be if I was that...hot. Speaking of hot, um...it's alright if I just get some water, right? Because I'm really, really really thirsty and no, please don't make a kiddy joke about me being thirsty. People die of thirst. Not funny."
Her mouth was on fire now. She couldn't stop talking, and the music and lights and everything and everyone was putting her on her toes. She was feeling either good or really bad, and flopped between either as her eyes darted every which way.
Now you know : drugs are bad kids.
Little did Sabine know that all her yapping came out in a record 10 seconds, with no pause of breath taken. Not that she'd know; everything was all the same and relatively good to her. She hadn't screwed up yet...or was that in her head?
@Narcotic Dollie
Actually have no idea myself, but probably closer to solid brunette than dark blonde in a sunlit setting. Maybe a tinge of red to cover up her old hair?
Actually have no idea myself, but probably closer to solid brunette than dark blonde in a sunlit setting. Maybe a tinge of red to cover up her old hair?
"Sabine! Nice to meet you, Zac!"
As she spoke this, she twirled and dance without a care in the world, carefree from the inhibitions of proximity to other dancers, and more importantly, Zac.
"Nice to meet you, too!" Zac replied with a cheeky grin, unable to help but feel more...excited around Sabine. No, not in the dirty sense, but his heart was slowly picking up its pace. The urge to engage and take initiative was growing stronger.
As he was looking down at the petite girl, he found himself endlessly repeating what he had thought of her just earlier, taking inventory time and again of her wispy features. Whenever she had her eyes locked with him (and that was just about constantly now), he couldn't help but feel his face flare up. Normally, Zac wasn't, or so he would've liked to think, this sheepish around people, especially girls.
He felt at a disadvantage, whatnot with the sea of dancing bodies idly going by around him. As mesmerizing as the crowd was, the dancing Sabine had kept him in this state of leeriness and enchantment.
Just gotta keep a cool head, he told himself, drilling the words vainly as the chemistry in his brain failed any and all rationalization. If I get too flustered, I'll only make myself look like an idiot.
In an all-out attempt to add to what little composure he had left, he finally popped an ice-breaker :
"So, do you work?"
Sabine raised an eyebrow as her arms flew high, bringing her t-shirt just above her navel.
"MochaVine and Snowflake. I'm not gonna lie...that was a pretty lame question, but I appreciate the effort. I'd guess this is your first time clubbing? Welcome to the party life, Zac!"
That same sultry smile pursed into a toothy grin as she smirked. Her jaded eyes...no, literally they were a pale jade color...seemed to look all around him. As for her whole face, she had this teasing smile, but it seemed she was searching...analyzing, possibly?
It mattered little; she began to gyrate her hips before twisting around so her spine ran along his torso. Her hand snaked around to the nape of his neck as she pulled his face closer to her ear and cheek, and above all, her lips. The cobra was as tempted just as it had tempted its prey.
"And you? Got a job, or are you still trying to get to a higher diving board?"
Zac's face, still beet-red, grew more vivid when Sabine looked at him with that piercing gaze and tepid smile. She had suddenly turned around and began to dance against him, causing his hands to instinctively come to rest on her stomach and hip, while her hand wrapped around the nape of his neck as she shot back the question, loaded with a different context.
For most, they'd answer the latter.
Following a quiet chuckle, he said over the music, "Just got one today. I'm working at the Shining Kettle as something like mealtime entertainment."
Lifting his right hand (with Sabine's hand cradled into it) into their view, Zac suddenly snapped his wrist. A card suddenly appeared between her index and middle fingers : the three of clubs.
With the push of a thumb, the card seemed to fold in and spin. With another flick between his fingers, only to reveal a joker on the face instead of the three of clubs. And with a snap, the card suddenly vanished.
Sabine just had to let out a soft breath of surprise. Parlor tricks never got old with her, despite her usual stance about sleights of hands (she didn't like them as standalones).
Not that she minded. Their hands drooped back to her stomach, Zac's fingers intertwined between hers. It seemed as though the more time he spent in contact with her, the more at ease he felt. Not even her dancing, moreso the stance they were in, was enough to have bothered him now as much, anymore.
Another icebreaker.
"Do you spend all your time going to clubs," he asks, "or do you have other ways to fill your free time?"
Sabine giggled into Zac's neck as she brought her left hand over his right, before untangling her right hand to rest on his though. She was pressing his palm into her stomach. Warmth, softness, maybe snuggly if they could find the privacy, and oh-so nice...discounting the rock hard abs that had lain in wait underneath.
"Hm? Well, I used to do a bit of lifting...but here? Clubbing might be the only thing I'm still comfortable with nowadays. What...did you have something else in mind, David Blaine?"
She slid his palm over to her other hip, and let it rest for a fleeting moment before she twisted out of his reach like a tango dancer. In a flash, she was well on her way through the crowds like a fish in the sea.
Zac watched Sabine slip through the crowd as easily as if she could just phase right through the bodies barring her way. It took him a moment to process what had just happened, after which, he shook his head with a chuckle before following her.
How the hell did she make it look so easy? he pondered, forgetting to take his larger frame into consideration.
The thoughts that follow afterwards were those of him wondering why he was chasing after this girl. He barely knew her! But, it seemed that he wasn't willing to let that little fact dissuade him as he scanned the crowd for Sabine.
As a kid, Zac had always been good at those object-finding games you see all over the place, where one would have to find a well-hidden object among a sea of other items. While it was infinitely more difficult to find a person in a crowd that was constantly shifting and transforming, it took Zac only a few moments to find the retreating form of Sabine, a fleet footed sprite among the quagmire of Truffle Butter's return. Muttering apologies and the like to people as he makes his way through, behaving like a bulldozer compared to the way Sabine seemed to weave and dart through the crowd. He soon managed to catch up to her. With a chuckle, he joked, "What, am I so ugly I made you run off?"
She was halfway up the stairs, her wrist up for inspection by a heavy-set bouncer.
"No...but, I actually do have to do something first. Don't wait for me.
If we don't end up seeing each other again soon, you can drop by MochaVine before sunrise. I do a bit of baking there."
It would have come to Zac's attention that Zac was standing in front of the stairway to the VIP loft, and that Sabine was already going higher. Without even waiting for a reply, Sabine continued up to the next flight, the wisp of a girl gone just as quickly as she had come into his life.
Perhaps he might've been nothing but a distraction from her previous partner...or perhaps her offer was genuine. Whatever the case, Sabine would be busy, and it would behoove the younger man to seek other people...unless he insisted on his pursuit.
After all, a girl alone in a club isn't always the safest thing...
Zac watched Sabine head up the stairs to the VIP area and stepped forward to follow, only to feel a large hand press against his chest, stopping him. "You got a bracelet?" the security guard said as he looked down at Zac with sleepy eyes. These wild pursuits must've came around often, then.
Normally, at this point, Zac would've apologized and turned away...however, just from the short interaction he had with Sabine, Zac couldn't help but continue his pursuit, or at least let it remain a short distance away. After feigning checking his wrists, he patted his shirt and pockets before chuckling sheepishly as he said, "You know what, it looks like I lost it somewhere in the the crowds."
Before he could go on, the guard nudged Zac away, saying, "Well, then you better look for it. It's the only way you're coming in, pal."
Sighing, Zac turned around, grumbling to himself as he headed over to the tables. Sitting down, he tapped the table with one finger as his brain kicked into overclock mode.
On one hand, he could easily use his skills as a magician to somehow get a bracelet from someone...but that didn't sit right with him. So, with a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and resolved to wait. Worse comes to worse, he could just visit her at Mochavine the following morning...
And with that out of the way, Sabine made her way into the VIP loft, a windowless indoor balcony that oversaw the dancers within the confines of the shadows. Sultry moans and pulsing masses of darkness told Sabine that those wealthy and fearless enough had made this area a sort of public love-nest, something that Sabine was unfortunately all too familiar with in her teen years. Maybe here...Shine City didn't dare shine its lights on something that went on here.
Lavender and periwinkle lights permeated with the pungency of cannabis and nicotine vapors, bringing in the nostalgic numbing mint sensation in her nostrils and lungs. Unlike smoking, vaping was a pleasure mutual to everyone within the same room...so much easier to intake...no consent required, no questions asked.
She was feeling kinda drowsy...tired from all the dancing...the working...the talking...
Shit...why did she come up here?
"Miss, outta the way! Customers only!"
"How much for a lightweight crystal?"
"...huh?"
"...you sell crystal here, right?"
"...not primarily...I mean, we got poppy dragons...mostly. You touch that before?"
"U-um...n-not anymore. No more of that."
"You sure you don't wanna get shot up?"
"Yes!"
"It's $45 fo-"
"I mean meth!"
"Okay! Okay...shit, how long you've been on it?"
"7 counting on 8."
"What...the hell...? You don't mea-"
"Years. How much for...uh...an eighth?"
"...eighth isn't worth anything."
"Fine...fourth?"
"$25?"
"...bullshit."
"Not going any lower."
"...22.50. Not raising it."
"...know what? Just take the damn thing! I wasn't gonna use it anyway..."
Right...then there was the matter of...crush...smoke...crush. Floorboards...smack. Smack smack smack.
Smack.
Glass table...someone's got a coke line, but...eh, coke isn't that good anyway.
And...
Sabine, in three minutes, had went back downstairs with a nosebleed. Right as she passed the guard, she sniffed and rubbed her eyes, before asking for the restroom. With the way pointed, she began her walk, and then it hit her.
Plasma and hemoglobin dribbled off her chin and down her shirt.
She hadn't been this awake in so long...and by God was that music loud....
...so trashy...
...keep your head down...don't let anyone see...arm up, and add pressure. Flush it out when you get there...
Water...run it cold...dab...plug...squeeze.
An eternity of rushing blood came and went as the bass reverberated in her ear canal, but finally she had the guts to look up again.
With a tongue running over the caked blood, Sabine had looked no different from before. Still as pale as ever, still breathing straight...
...still normal. A person, at least.
With a sigh, she trashed the paper towel, washed her hands, and went out the door.
As she spoke this, she twirled and dance without a care in the world, carefree from the inhibitions of proximity to other dancers, and more importantly, Zac.
"Nice to meet you, too!" Zac replied with a cheeky grin, unable to help but feel more...excited around Sabine. No, not in the dirty sense, but his heart was slowly picking up its pace. The urge to engage and take initiative was growing stronger.
As he was looking down at the petite girl, he found himself endlessly repeating what he had thought of her just earlier, taking inventory time and again of her wispy features. Whenever she had her eyes locked with him (and that was just about constantly now), he couldn't help but feel his face flare up. Normally, Zac wasn't, or so he would've liked to think, this sheepish around people, especially girls.
But now?
He felt at a disadvantage, whatnot with the sea of dancing bodies idly going by around him. As mesmerizing as the crowd was, the dancing Sabine had kept him in this state of leeriness and enchantment.
Just gotta keep a cool head, he told himself, drilling the words vainly as the chemistry in his brain failed any and all rationalization. If I get too flustered, I'll only make myself look like an idiot.
In an all-out attempt to add to what little composure he had left, he finally popped an ice-breaker :
"So, do you work?"
Sabine raised an eyebrow as her arms flew high, bringing her t-shirt just above her navel.
"MochaVine and Snowflake. I'm not gonna lie...that was a pretty lame question, but I appreciate the effort. I'd guess this is your first time clubbing? Welcome to the party life, Zac!"
That same sultry smile pursed into a toothy grin as she smirked. Her jaded eyes...no, literally they were a pale jade color...seemed to look all around him. As for her whole face, she had this teasing smile, but it seemed she was searching...analyzing, possibly?
It mattered little; she began to gyrate her hips before twisting around so her spine ran along his torso. Her hand snaked around to the nape of his neck as she pulled his face closer to her ear and cheek, and above all, her lips. The cobra was as tempted just as it had tempted its prey.
"And you? Got a job, or are you still trying to get to a higher diving board?"
Zac's face, still beet-red, grew more vivid when Sabine looked at him with that piercing gaze and tepid smile. She had suddenly turned around and began to dance against him, causing his hands to instinctively come to rest on her stomach and hip, while her hand wrapped around the nape of his neck as she shot back the question, loaded with a different context.
For most, they'd answer the latter.
Following a quiet chuckle, he said over the music, "Just got one today. I'm working at the Shining Kettle as something like mealtime entertainment."
Lifting his right hand (with Sabine's hand cradled into it) into their view, Zac suddenly snapped his wrist. A card suddenly appeared between her index and middle fingers : the three of clubs.
With the push of a thumb, the card seemed to fold in and spin. With another flick between his fingers, only to reveal a joker on the face instead of the three of clubs. And with a snap, the card suddenly vanished.
Sabine just had to let out a soft breath of surprise. Parlor tricks never got old with her, despite her usual stance about sleights of hands (she didn't like them as standalones).
Not that she minded. Their hands drooped back to her stomach, Zac's fingers intertwined between hers. It seemed as though the more time he spent in contact with her, the more at ease he felt. Not even her dancing, moreso the stance they were in, was enough to have bothered him now as much, anymore.
Another icebreaker.
"Do you spend all your time going to clubs," he asks, "or do you have other ways to fill your free time?"
Sabine giggled into Zac's neck as she brought her left hand over his right, before untangling her right hand to rest on his though. She was pressing his palm into her stomach. Warmth, softness, maybe snuggly if they could find the privacy, and oh-so nice...discounting the rock hard abs that had lain in wait underneath.
"Hm? Well, I used to do a bit of lifting...but here? Clubbing might be the only thing I'm still comfortable with nowadays. What...did you have something else in mind, David Blaine?"
She slid his palm over to her other hip, and let it rest for a fleeting moment before she twisted out of his reach like a tango dancer. In a flash, she was well on her way through the crowds like a fish in the sea.
Zac watched Sabine slip through the crowd as easily as if she could just phase right through the bodies barring her way. It took him a moment to process what had just happened, after which, he shook his head with a chuckle before following her.
How the hell did she make it look so easy? he pondered, forgetting to take his larger frame into consideration.
The thoughts that follow afterwards were those of him wondering why he was chasing after this girl. He barely knew her! But, it seemed that he wasn't willing to let that little fact dissuade him as he scanned the crowd for Sabine.
As a kid, Zac had always been good at those object-finding games you see all over the place, where one would have to find a well-hidden object among a sea of other items. While it was infinitely more difficult to find a person in a crowd that was constantly shifting and transforming, it took Zac only a few moments to find the retreating form of Sabine, a fleet footed sprite among the quagmire of Truffle Butter's return. Muttering apologies and the like to people as he makes his way through, behaving like a bulldozer compared to the way Sabine seemed to weave and dart through the crowd. He soon managed to catch up to her. With a chuckle, he joked, "What, am I so ugly I made you run off?"
She was halfway up the stairs, her wrist up for inspection by a heavy-set bouncer.
"No...but, I actually do have to do something first. Don't wait for me.
If we don't end up seeing each other again soon, you can drop by MochaVine before sunrise. I do a bit of baking there."
It would have come to Zac's attention that Zac was standing in front of the stairway to the VIP loft, and that Sabine was already going higher. Without even waiting for a reply, Sabine continued up to the next flight, the wisp of a girl gone just as quickly as she had come into his life.
Perhaps he might've been nothing but a distraction from her previous partner...or perhaps her offer was genuine. Whatever the case, Sabine would be busy, and it would behoove the younger man to seek other people...unless he insisted on his pursuit.
After all, a girl alone in a club isn't always the safest thing...
Zac watched Sabine head up the stairs to the VIP area and stepped forward to follow, only to feel a large hand press against his chest, stopping him. "You got a bracelet?" the security guard said as he looked down at Zac with sleepy eyes. These wild pursuits must've came around often, then.
Normally, at this point, Zac would've apologized and turned away...however, just from the short interaction he had with Sabine, Zac couldn't help but continue his pursuit, or at least let it remain a short distance away. After feigning checking his wrists, he patted his shirt and pockets before chuckling sheepishly as he said, "You know what, it looks like I lost it somewhere in the the crowds."
Before he could go on, the guard nudged Zac away, saying, "Well, then you better look for it. It's the only way you're coming in, pal."
Sighing, Zac turned around, grumbling to himself as he headed over to the tables. Sitting down, he tapped the table with one finger as his brain kicked into overclock mode.
On one hand, he could easily use his skills as a magician to somehow get a bracelet from someone...but that didn't sit right with him. So, with a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and resolved to wait. Worse comes to worse, he could just visit her at Mochavine the following morning...
And with that out of the way, Sabine made her way into the VIP loft, a windowless indoor balcony that oversaw the dancers within the confines of the shadows. Sultry moans and pulsing masses of darkness told Sabine that those wealthy and fearless enough had made this area a sort of public love-nest, something that Sabine was unfortunately all too familiar with in her teen years. Maybe here...Shine City didn't dare shine its lights on something that went on here.
Lavender and periwinkle lights permeated with the pungency of cannabis and nicotine vapors, bringing in the nostalgic numbing mint sensation in her nostrils and lungs. Unlike smoking, vaping was a pleasure mutual to everyone within the same room...so much easier to intake...no consent required, no questions asked.
She was feeling kinda drowsy...tired from all the dancing...the working...the talking...
Shit...why did she come up here?
"Miss, outta the way! Customers only!"
"How much for a lightweight crystal?"
"...huh?"
"...you sell crystal here, right?"
"...not primarily...I mean, we got poppy dragons...mostly. You touch that before?"
"U-um...n-not anymore. No more of that."
"You sure you don't wanna get shot up?"
"Yes!"
"It's $45 fo-"
"I mean meth!"
"Okay! Okay...shit, how long you've been on it?"
"7 counting on 8."
"What...the hell...? You don't mea-"
"Years. How much for...uh...an eighth?"
"...eighth isn't worth anything."
"Fine...fourth?"
"$25?"
"...bullshit."
"Not going any lower."
"...22.50. Not raising it."
"...know what? Just take the damn thing! I wasn't gonna use it anyway..."
Right...then there was the matter of...crush...smoke...crush. Floorboards...smack. Smack smack smack.
Smack.
Glass table...someone's got a coke line, but...eh, coke isn't that good anyway.
And...
Sabine, in three minutes, had went back downstairs with a nosebleed. Right as she passed the guard, she sniffed and rubbed her eyes, before asking for the restroom. With the way pointed, she began her walk, and then it hit her.
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now...
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now...
*Pit...pat...pit...pat...*
Plasma and hemoglobin dribbled off her chin and down her shirt.
*Pit...pat...pit...pat...*
She hadn't been this awake in so long...and by God was that music loud....
...so trashy...
*Pit...pat...pit...pat...*
...keep your head down...don't let anyone see...arm up, and add pressure. Flush it out when you get there...
*Pit...pat...pit...pat...*
Water...run it cold...dab...plug...squeeze.
You said you'd stop.
An eternity of rushing blood came and went as the bass reverberated in her ear canal, but finally she had the guts to look up again.
With a tongue running over the caked blood, Sabine had looked no different from before. Still as pale as ever, still breathing straight...
...still normal. A person, at least.
With a sigh, she trashed the paper towel, washed her hands, and went out the door.
@BeastofDestiny
Are you sure that isn't Nori just fixing her hair after the vodka thing (if she was only a brunette)?
Are you sure that isn't Nori just fixing her hair after the vodka thing (if she was only a brunette)?
Okay, I need to ask people :
Drugs as a segue into drama an a-OK thing?
Drugs as a segue into drama an a-OK thing?
@BeastofDestiny @Narcotic Dollie @Daxam
Right then and there, her eyes were assaulted relentlessly by the sights of what any club would offer : a horde of writhing bodies, some sultry, others outright promiscuous. Tables were crammed full of buzzed patrons, grouped in the usual chick flocks, business mixers, and...surprisingly, no sleazy men tatted up like a monochromatic art gallery outfitted with a case for dubious purposes.
It was at this moment Sabine knew that Shine City had not let her down. She couldn't have believed it without seeing this for herself, but at the very least, things like criminal activity and narcotics weren't a rampant problem. And yet still, with her inhibitions ebbing and her old cravings returning, she just had to make sure.
That's why she had tickets earned through one of those semi-phony surveys. Maybe VIP access would reveal more to her than the average joe's, but first things first...she had to split. Her first impressions on him would definitely get ruined if she said her main reason for the VIP access was for the crystal, if there was any.
"It's my first time here. I don't suppose you know any good spots around here?"
"I...u-um..it's my first time here too! I just came since I heard a lot about it, so..."
Who would want to sound like an addict or a narco? Neither made any good impression on the average person, and average was what Sabine wanted for once in her life. Average...like Kyle! Yeah, Kyle...
Speaking of Kyle...
...why did his jaw go slack again? And his eyes...laser-focused?
Her eyes followed his all the way up to the platform, where the DJ was, and lo and behold : instant lady boner. Blonde hair like a golden mane of a lion, eyes as radiant as sunset rays piercing through amber drops, all pulsing to the beat of her own music. A literal goddess of the floor; the entire life of the club was sustained on whatever she dished out. It didn't help at all that within the first five seconds of seeing her, she was suddenly showered in somebody's cocktail, soaking her body in sparkling droplets of some clear liquid. As if the gold chain wasn't enough to make her sparkle.
Right then and there, though, a veritable deity, though not as prominent as the goddess, took over for the ambushed lady and stripped off his top.
Okay, okay...less gawking, more talking.
Once she released her hands from the hem of her plain-white T (her wool-knit cardigan was also deposited alongside Kyle's coat), she turned towards him.
Him, as in Zac.
"Hey! I'm not interrupting you two or anything, am I? It's my first time here and I was just wondering if you could show me around this place."
She had to blink for a moment and take in the sight of this man. Younger, definitely. Kinda...cute, in the kiddy way, and...by the look of his face, maybe...lost?
How the hell does one get lost in Shine City? There was no way he could be-
"Oh, sorry! It's his and my first time ourselves, so I...actually have no idea what's what around here. I was just gonna split with my friend here, so if...well, I'm planning in getting lost here once we go, so...wanna come with?
With the word "split", Sabine nudged her elbow hard against Kyle's side, and after she finished her sentence, she cupped her hands around his ear before loudly hissing (but certainly unable to beat the volume of the music) :
"Hey, get her! If it's the DJ you were talking about, you've got the VIP bracelet! Nothing's stopping you now!
With a hard push, Sabine shoved Kyle ahead towards the booth, before taking Zac's wrist to tug him into the thick crowds. By the time they stopped, Sabine had woven all the way to the center of the floor, where personal space was a concept all too alien for any clubber. With her body pressed tightly against Zac's, she looked up at the younger man and shot him the same smile she gave to Kyle not a few minutes ago : impish mischief...and lust. Sure, she wasn't on anything right now, but it's not like she needed to be to get a little dirty.
"Dance with me, will you?" were the last words she spoke to Zac as the music blared up.
Right then and there, her eyes were assaulted relentlessly by the sights of what any club would offer : a horde of writhing bodies, some sultry, others outright promiscuous. Tables were crammed full of buzzed patrons, grouped in the usual chick flocks, business mixers, and...surprisingly, no sleazy men tatted up like a monochromatic art gallery outfitted with a case for dubious purposes.
It was at this moment Sabine knew that Shine City had not let her down. She couldn't have believed it without seeing this for herself, but at the very least, things like criminal activity and narcotics weren't a rampant problem. And yet still, with her inhibitions ebbing and her old cravings returning, she just had to make sure.
That's why she had tickets earned through one of those semi-phony surveys. Maybe VIP access would reveal more to her than the average joe's, but first things first...she had to split. Her first impressions on him would definitely get ruined if she said her main reason for the VIP access was for the crystal, if there was any.
"It's my first time here. I don't suppose you know any good spots around here?"
"I...u-um..it's my first time here too! I just came since I heard a lot about it, so..."
Who would want to sound like an addict or a narco? Neither made any good impression on the average person, and average was what Sabine wanted for once in her life. Average...like Kyle! Yeah, Kyle...
Speaking of Kyle...
...why did his jaw go slack again? And his eyes...laser-focused?
Did he spot that certain someone?
Her eyes followed his all the way up to the platform, where the DJ was, and lo and behold : instant lady boner. Blonde hair like a golden mane of a lion, eyes as radiant as sunset rays piercing through amber drops, all pulsing to the beat of her own music. A literal goddess of the floor; the entire life of the club was sustained on whatever she dished out. It didn't help at all that within the first five seconds of seeing her, she was suddenly showered in somebody's cocktail, soaking her body in sparkling droplets of some clear liquid. As if the gold chain wasn't enough to make her sparkle.
Right then and there, though, a veritable deity, though not as prominent as the goddess, took over for the ambushed lady and stripped off his top.
Okay, okay...less gawking, more talking.
Once she released her hands from the hem of her plain-white T (her wool-knit cardigan was also deposited alongside Kyle's coat), she turned towards him.
Him, as in Zac.
"Hey! I'm not interrupting you two or anything, am I? It's my first time here and I was just wondering if you could show me around this place."
She had to blink for a moment and take in the sight of this man. Younger, definitely. Kinda...cute, in the kiddy way, and...by the look of his face, maybe...lost?
How the hell does one get lost in Shine City? There was no way he could be-
"Oh, sorry! It's his and my first time ourselves, so I...actually have no idea what's what around here. I was just gonna split with my friend here, so if...well, I'm planning in getting lost here once we go, so...wanna come with?
With the word "split", Sabine nudged her elbow hard against Kyle's side, and after she finished her sentence, she cupped her hands around his ear before loudly hissing (but certainly unable to beat the volume of the music) :
"Hey, get her! If it's the DJ you were talking about, you've got the VIP bracelet! Nothing's stopping you now!
With a hard push, Sabine shoved Kyle ahead towards the booth, before taking Zac's wrist to tug him into the thick crowds. By the time they stopped, Sabine had woven all the way to the center of the floor, where personal space was a concept all too alien for any clubber. With her body pressed tightly against Zac's, she looked up at the younger man and shot him the same smile she gave to Kyle not a few minutes ago : impish mischief...and lust. Sure, she wasn't on anything right now, but it's not like she needed to be to get a little dirty.
"Dance with me, will you?" were the last words she spoke to Zac as the music blared up.
I mean, if you don't want to hang out while we're in the club, that's totally your thing, too.
That's the "out" she slipped to Kyle.
Aargh, I forgot about hyperposting. We should've put this into a convo over PMs instead XD
That's the "out" she slipped to Kyle.
Aargh, I forgot about hyperposting. We should've put this into a convo over PMs instead XD
@BeastofDestiny
"An offer for two strangers to take advantage of huh? Alright, I'll accompany you inside. Since they're mentioning its for safety reasons, if its alright with you, I'll stick by your side for a while. I'll be honest though, I am planning on meeting with someone so it won't be for the whole night, but I'd feel bad for just abandoning the person who just got me a ticket inside. Plus I'm sure you'll want my contact info if you're going to be asking me for favors. Also how about I buy you a drink and we can cross one of those favors off?"
"Um...I don't drink, at least, not anymore," she replied with an impish smile. "I mean, I'm not an alcoholic or anything, but it's just a personal thing I have with sobriety...and stuff."
But it was true; it had only been a couple of months since she last had anything with alcohol in it, but she was feeling more awake than ever.
Still...she should've known that he was already taken. It wasn't too surprising, considering his looks, and she couldn't take anything personally from a guy she just met, even if she wanted to. No harm, no foul.
"Tell you what, though. I'll cross off the time-telling favor as soon as you hand me your contact info, alright? I might need your help outside the club limits sooner or later, since my work involves heavy lifting on occasion.
That, and if it's a certain somebody in the club, I don't want to be the reason why you're inside later than sooner. I think it'll be safer once people have a chance to unwind inside."
Without even bothering to pause, she took the taller man by his wrist and wove her way out of the line, before walking on ahead to the front of the line. Right before the two could talk to the bouncer, she released her grip, and swiped through her phone a bit more.
"I'll have that number, and I'll slash one off, alright?"
"An offer for two strangers to take advantage of huh? Alright, I'll accompany you inside. Since they're mentioning its for safety reasons, if its alright with you, I'll stick by your side for a while. I'll be honest though, I am planning on meeting with someone so it won't be for the whole night, but I'd feel bad for just abandoning the person who just got me a ticket inside. Plus I'm sure you'll want my contact info if you're going to be asking me for favors. Also how about I buy you a drink and we can cross one of those favors off?"
"Um...I don't drink, at least, not anymore," she replied with an impish smile. "I mean, I'm not an alcoholic or anything, but it's just a personal thing I have with sobriety...and stuff."
But it was true; it had only been a couple of months since she last had anything with alcohol in it, but she was feeling more awake than ever.
Still...she should've known that he was already taken. It wasn't too surprising, considering his looks, and she couldn't take anything personally from a guy she just met, even if she wanted to. No harm, no foul.
"Tell you what, though. I'll cross off the time-telling favor as soon as you hand me your contact info, alright? I might need your help outside the club limits sooner or later, since my work involves heavy lifting on occasion.
That, and if it's a certain somebody in the club, I don't want to be the reason why you're inside later than sooner. I think it'll be safer once people have a chance to unwind inside."
Without even bothering to pause, she took the taller man by his wrist and wove her way out of the line, before walking on ahead to the front of the line. Right before the two could talk to the bouncer, she released her grip, and swiped through her phone a bit more.
"I'll have that number, and I'll slash one off, alright?"
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