The place they call the 'club' is yet another chamber far larger than most. It is the multipurpose arena from which foods, grain, fruit and distilled waters are distributed to the people every other Thursday. The very same arena some come to whisper their hushed prayers and petitions to the Creator in the wee hours of certain hopeful mornings.
Hefty music booms, it emanates and sounds through every corner and every crack and every crevice of the chamber. The sweat dribbles and wafts into the atmosphere as persons
grind and twist and shimmy hips in temporal jolly. The neon rays of a deep azure, a fiery vermillion hue, a hot rosé and a viridescent caress surfaces and faces.
"Ready to get high and drunk, Harlow!" Tokyo yells from beside me, draws my attention effectively.
My truth is I am a nervous wreck.
"Uh, yeah sure," is the uncertain response that sounds from me through a yell of my own.
Tokyo smiles at me -a sweetly, precious smile- before she proceeds to take hold of my wrist and walk us towards the makeshift bar through the vibrant sea of intoxicated people.
"Tokyo, Harlow, you made it," the man Jabal yells over the music from the other side of lengthy table.
"We made it, Jabal," comes Tokyo's response and the lass blushes whilst she responds, a furious rose hue tainting her cheeks.
They look to each other as though in silent communique, the desire profusely pouring from their pores in waves.
"What may I get the both of you?"
"Two tequila shots for me and an apple martini for the beautiful Miss Harlow."
And the drinks are poured and placed softly before us. Tokyo chugs liquid down her throat before grimacing as though her mouth burns. Then, she claps hands merrily and giggles to herself like a little girl. No, never have I seen her so liberated.
So, I mimic her motions, take hold of flute and down my own drink in a single go. There is a tartness to the drink. A sprinkle of sweetness to it, too. A harmonious blend.
"Three more shots," Tokyo's voice chirps loudly from beside me.
"Easy there, Tokyo. You'll get drunk too early into the night," Jabal responds whilst he smiles at the lass.
Even so, man pours the drink.
Tokyo is quick in her motions, downs two of the glasses of golden liquid and signals for me try out the remainder. And so, I do. I sip on the liquid, a choice that I quickly regret. I gag as the liquid burns my tongue and scorches my throat.
"Don't sip it, Harlow. Chug it, instead!"
My head snaps in Tokyo's direction and I eye her.
She appears to be enfolded in the throes of delight and I too seek that. So, I bring little tumbler to my lips, tip, down the golden in a single gulp.
"Woo! My baby continues to grow so fast," she yells, pumps fists into the air, claps palms, wraps arm around my shoulder whilst she laughes at my facial expressions.
A different lad approaches Jabal from the other side of the table and both men greet each other through some complex handshake of sorts. Jabal turns to face upon us though his vision finds and holds Tokyo's.
"Well, this is Eli. He'll take over for me. In the meantime, let's dance, shall we?"
"Alright!" A slightly intoxicated Tokyo slurs her response.
"Harlow, you are coming with me, darling. Tonight, we forget our troubles. We forget the worries of this new world of ours!"
And thus, we tread through the throng of persons till we come upon a more spacious section of the arena.
Jabal's palms cup Tokyo's waist from behind and she begins to sway hips against man's front. What style of dance might this be? Woman bends over and begins to gyrate hips sensually. Her moves sync perfectly with the hefty booming of songs and melodies and I simply gawk in wonder.
"Harlow, come! Let lose. Dance with me!" Woman calls out and I shyly begin to mimic her motions.
A new courage sprouts from within. A new bravery enfolds my senses and the shyness that once clung to my muscles becomes a distant memory. Tokyo cheers me on as Jabal matches her rhythm with his own fluid moves. And in this moment, melancholy becomes a hushed thought. In this moment, gladness sings her lovely melody. Suddenly, palms take hold my waist from behind, snapping me from my own heated session.
I turn, glower at intruder -an athletic blonde with eyes the colour of moss.
"Do not touch me!" I warn the peculiar man and he lifts arms in feigned surrender.
"Feisty, I like. Just here to blow off some steam, princess."
"Go blow off somewhere else, man!" Tokyo snaps in my defense and we watch as intruder disappears behind a mass of drunken humans.
I exhale a slow breath before turning to face my front, resuming from where I'd left off. All seems peaceful. All seems merry. I continue to shimmy hips and shake my arse just as Tokyo does. Then, same hands of peculiar man grope my rear, causing me to spin so hastily that I nearly topple over and fall. Man smirks proudly and my little thread of restrain comes undone. My palms move quickly. One slithers about his throat whilst the other reaches for and squeezes his loins harshly.
"You like that? Does it feel nice being on the receiving end of unwanted touch? The next time you attempt to grope me, I will rip off this tiny shrimp dangling between your legs, I promise you," I grit between clenched teeth, my eyes burrowing poisonously into my assaulter's.
"Okay, okay, I apologize, jeez!"
I maintain eye contact with man for even more seconds before my hold falters and my grip loosens.
It is only until man is swallowed by the throng that I am calmly able to turn and face upon both Tokyo and Jabal. The couple laughs at the man as he skeddaddles away before they resume their intimate dance session.
"Tokyo, Jabal, I need another drink. I'll be back."
"Do you want us to accompany you, Harlow?" Jabal speaks as Tokyo sways sluggishly against him.
"No, Jabal. Thank you. I won't be long."
"Okay. But don't stay too long, alright?"
I nod head at Tokyo's lover, turn away from the couple and tread towards the drinks section.
"Two tequila shots, please."
"Coming right up, miss," the man Eli makes his response then proceeds to pour me two tumblers of the golden.
Momentarily, I let my eyes wander. I let my vision travel and drink in my surroundings, drink in the sight of persons momentarily lost in drunkenness and intoxication. To the far end where the entry lies, the hefty doors glide open. And suddenly, every single individual somewhat finds the strength to erupt into shouts of jolly as a group of heavily geared men and women strut their way inside.
Noe...
The thrumming of my heart rapidly heightens and my mouth runs parched. He is safe. They all are. Yes, word got out that Noe and his team had departed to go reinforce the valley. And now I realize that it is only natural that the people feel a sense of appreciation at the sacrifice both Noe and the rest chose to make. The sacrifice to take days away from the bunker for the safety of the people within it.
"Your shots, miss."
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you."
I down the golden and it scorches my oesophagus. And the relief I feel suddenly dissipates. In its place comes the anger. An anger at the memory of waking to an empty bed and eleven days of absence. An anger at the worry that gnawed upon my insides in those eleven days of absence.
I gaze upon Noe and his men, glower upon Noe whose face is a mask of stoicism as his vision wanders the arena. Then, a woman -young and pretty with lengthy blackly hairs tied in a bun- makes her way into the club. She circles Noe's front, drags man by the collars of his attire and presses her lips to his in a kiss.
The sight should not have affected me in the slightest, should not have stirred emotions of rage deep within my chest. And yet, it does. The Rage spears at my heart and butchers the momentary peace I'd found this eve. A rage so powerful that the next thing I know, I am making my way hurriedly towards where the exit lies. No, goodness no! The sight should not have repulsed me as it did. Noe is only but a friend. Both he and Tokyo are.
The coolness of the atmosphere outside tickles my face and I sigh exasperatedly. I cup my face, bend over and groan lowly into my palms. Noe is only but a friend, simply a friend. I straighten my back and pace back and forth, my palms to my waist. No, I cannot be here. So, I pad down halls until I come up to the doors of Noe's home. Kicking boots off, I mount the steps leading to Noe's bedroom chamber, slip right in and shut the doors behind me. And upon softness of bed, I fall with a bounce and groan some more...
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Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)
Bilim Kurgu'They raised her to be void of human emotion, he made her feel them...' The year is 3000 and technology on planet earth has immensely advanced. After the successful creation of robotic and test tube babies, scientists have teamed up to manufacture t...
