<@> K a i d a <@>
Throbbing bass. Crashing snare. Acid beats. That smell...the smell of people dancing their hearts out. Jeez, I love clubbing! Out here, out on the dance floor, no-one judges you or even cares about you. They just see you as another body, another beat to the mix. The magic of a club, I've found out, is that when everyone is totally focused on one thing, they sync up in a way that's impossible anywhere else. The song the DJ was playing was amplified a hundred times, through and around and between each and every one of us, thrashing our way through the night.
As soon as I get a break, however, I need off the dance floor. I'm dripping sweat and my breathing is ragged...not an attractive sight. Actually, when I think about it, it might be. I look like I just got out of an intense shag session. Oh well. With a small shrug, I dropped onto a barstool and ordered the hardest drink in the place, on the rocks. I wanted to get hammered quickly, and just be done with it. That's always how the night ends, anyways. As soon as I downed three of the buggers, I wobbled on home. I didn't make it.
Morning, sleepy head! giggled a cute voice. I didn't recognize it, and my head felt like I'd been clubbed with an oar...twice. I cracked my eyes and squinted against the sunlight. All I could see was a silhouette, who's head was framed with long, curly crimson hair. My interest was, in a word, piqued. I sat up and tried to get a good look at her out of the corner of my eye, but glanced down when I felt the breeze. Of course I was naked. Most likely I would be going home in whoever-this-person-was's clothes. She smiled at me, head tilted a bit to the left. Man, did I get lucky! Brilliant green eyes, freckles and dimples, round face. She looked down and bit her lip shyly when she noticed that I was staring at her. All I could think about was how markedly similar she was to someone I once knew. I didn't even care about the rest of her body, which was rare for me. I just wanted to soak in more of her beautiful gaze. However, my reverie was cut short as she got up and dressed herself, with my eyes laser-locked onto her the whole time, of course. I definitely noticed her body then.
After I'd dressed and fixed my hair, I explored the kitchen for breakfast. Since this mystery woman didn't have any quick meals, I decided to make omelets.
"Mmmm...Wake up and smell the breakfast cooking. My favorite meal of the day." Actually, not true, but at the time, it was.
"Smells good. I didn't know you could cook." I almost jumped out of my skin when she started talking, making her giggle again. I grinned wide and tossed my golden locks with a flick of my head.
"I'm full of surprises," I stated with as much cockiness as I could muster, which was considerable. We ate breakfast together, chatting of the weather and other fluffy topics. All too soon, though, she checked her phone and informed me that she was being called into work. I knew what really happened, but I couldn't bring myself to fully realize it. She told me to keep the shirt and gave me three hundred dollars. I thanked her for a great night and kissed her on the cheek.
Time to head home. I almost forgot that Phae was waiting for me, so I broke out into a quick jog. The weather outside was delightful, a nice crisp winter day that promised more white wonder. As I ran, the smell of the shirt kept wafting up over me, and as disappointed as I was about this morning, I couldn't help but revel in the smell. When I turned the corner, I noticed Phae trying to get into the apartment, struggling with four drinks.
"Phae! Hey, buddy! Let me help you with those." I grabbed two drinks and winked at him. Me an' Phaedon go way back. He was like my better half, the yin to my yang. He was one of the only people that I felt comfortable being myself around. Sometimes I played rough with him, but only insofar as to assert my....I dunno. My masculinity. When I needed something pretty to wear to a party, Phae was the guy. When someone needed a good asskicking, I was the go-to person. And I sorta liked it that way. It gave me a sense of purpose, of belonging.
I could guess who the drinks were for, just based on what was in 'em. Cayman definitely had the caramel one, no contest. Phae only ever got the vanilla bean with chocolate shavings, so that wasn't hard. The other two were a toss-up, but I was pretty safe in a guess that the Tazo was for Luke, which left the smoothie for Tailor. As far as I knew, they'd be the only ones here.
I also wanted to get into Phaedon's flat because I left one of my smut books there, and I wanted to see whether or not Lady Blackford really jumped that carpenter's bones, or if it was just an innocent conversation with lots of coincidental innuendos.