THE MUSE GANG

Chapter thirty four

Chapter thirty four
After a long day of kicking asses and story telling, we were finally back home.
While we walked in, Fred opened his arms in demonstration, "What do you say we celebrate?"
I looked down at my bare chest, ignoring his question, "So you mean I was shot with fifty bullets at my chest?"
"And got pierced through the heart," Marshall reminded unhelpfully. I looked at him with a frown and shrug. Like was that supposed to make me feel better?
But right now, I was tired as hell, slumping into a chair and glueing myself to it.
He tapped my shoulder from behind supportively, "You've done a lot champ. Why don't I take you back to your family."
"Yeah right. The ones who believe I am Thor, the thunder God," I sighed with my eyes still closed.
It took some time for my friends to understand that. Angela stopped taking her shoes off and sent me a glare, "Wait! Marshall possessed you before them!"
"He called it a dramatic entrance," I rasped tiredly.
Marshall raised his arms in the air in his defense, "Why's it such a big deal?!"
Fred answered in a stern, annoyed tone with his eyes closed and hand on his forehead, mainly because he was trying his best not to get irritated, "Because the muse society is secret Marshall." Then he faked a grin afterwards.
"Still weird," Marshall said as he pointed at his smile. When Fred frowned at him to be serious, my muse sighed and said, "Fine! I'll go brainwash them."
Our leader seemed satisfied now. He immediately regained his usual self back, "Now. All of you, shower, dinner, then bed time. Tomorrow's gonna be fun. Afterwards,we return to Norwich. And that's an order."
Anthony seemed like he hadn't gone with us for the fight. I mean personally, I never saw him there, neither did he say anything. Someone was trying to be wise.
At Fred's orders, he answered for all of us, "Yes boss."
***
The faces of my family when they saw me with blue eyes was the only thing popping into my head while I sipped whisky. It was either I was missing them or I was drunk. And from facts, there was a higher chance I was drunk.
Turning left, I found Edna playing darts. With Clinton by her side, she didn't miss a single one. Those cheats. I smiled.
Anthony strangely had dark glasses on for some reason. It took a while to realize it was to hide his eyes. Kella was in him, helping him win every round of chess to zero. She was the smart one after all.
The club was cold, making me hug the leather jacket tighter to my skin. Taking in more whisky, I noticed Fred and Jessica some distance away playing pool. Basically, all my friends were into one pub game or the other. Even David and Chris were into Dominoes. I laughed when I saw how hard it was for David to stop the invisible Chris from beating an annoying dude on their table. He would stretch his arm out severally to block Chris's path, and at the same time disguise it to look like a normal pose so that humans won't think he's crazy.
Okay so I was alone. And bored.
My muse was hidden in a corner with his girlfriend, making out so intensely they started stripping. Not plain naked of course.
Even if they were, the only people seeing them would be the ones in my crew. So he was invisible and could make out outrageously in public. We get it.
So... It was Angela and I.
I looked round the club for two good minutes before I found her having drinks with the bartender. He was vibrant clearly, but not cuter than the cutest guy I knew. Me of course.
Chee.... I was drunk.
I stalked to the bar and took a seat beside Angela, "Am I disrupting anything?"
Angela just smiled, swivelling her seat to face me, "Not quite. So this guy here is telling me how real ghosts are."
I studied the bartender with a frown and extended a hand, "Edward."
"Steve," he shook me with a grin on.
After a moment of me smiling and playing with the counter, I asked, "So what's up with these ghosts?"
Steve took up a bottle of whiskey and topped up my cup. After he had dropped it on the counter, he braced his hands upon it ready for the biggest story telling ever, "So back in Norwich. There's this chick, Elizabeth Sand..."
At the sound of my ex's name, I leaned forward even more and gave him my full attention, "What happened to her?"
He tapped his fingers on the surface, giving himself a proud boost, "A night like this. She mysteriously appeared on the center of the road, naked. From the looks of it, she came from the shower, wet and all. I mean naked like that in the general public was much of a disgrace for her."
I widened my eyes in shock. So that was what Marshall did to the poor thing? Okay that was a little bit above normal.
"And what makes you think a ghost did that," I tried to hide the shock in my voice.
Angela held out a hand in explanation, "I've been trying to talk him out of that mindset for the past four drinks."
He just snickered in excitement, "Lucky for me. I've got facts," he leaned in to whisper to both of us, "Well my young cousin in Huwaei literally speaks to one."
Yeah. Muses. Spread round the world like dust.  We both knew he was right of course. But the muse law forbade any human outside our society to know of it.
But here, it seemed like he was not going to believe us until hell froze over, "We believe you Steve. But I have to apologise that I need my girlfriend now."
He raised his hands up in the air in surrender and smiled, "No problem."
I held her hand and pulled her out with me to the door.
"Where are we going," she asked reasonably.
I looked back at her while we stepped outside, "Well I feel we should take a walk in the cool night's breeze."
"Are you drunk," she laughed mainly because normal Edward would never prefer a walk  to clubbing. I nodded proudly and held her hand in mine. Having a girlfriend that cared was the best thing a guy could ever ask for.
At a point,I stopped and looked at her, "I love you. And I'm not saying it because of a few cups of whisky. I really do."
She tilted her head with a warm smile. After rubbing my brown hair till it scattered, she held my other hand and said, "I suppose you are the only guy Clara and I find deserving. I love you too Eddy."
Ahhhh. That moment.
It was the most beautiful ones I'd had since the break I had when my parents went on a trip. But as I somehow feared inside, it was short-lived. And disrupted by no other person but my muse himself. For the hundredth time.
I mean that was the moment that the true love kiss normally happened.
Suddenly, he appeared before us with Clara. "As always. Having excellent timing," I said with a sigh.
"Says the guy who had to call my sister and her crew the fallen there and then," he retorted with his arms crossed.
It wasn't the night to argue, just fun as Fred had said. So I waved him off and rubbed my face, "What do you want?"
He began swirling his hips for a reason nobody could guess, "Long time I danced."
"And what does that have to do with us?" Angela shook her head in anger.
He pushed me away and placed his hands on her shoulder, "It has everything to do with you sweetie."
And as anyone would, we needed more explanation to that.
Clara, one of my favorite muses now, said reasonably, "So Marshall thinks he's a better dancer than I am. So I called up a dance battle. But we want humans to judge."
What the...
I looked into the sky in surrender. Well dancing was a bad taste of topics to pick from immediately after a make out if you ask me. Like how did they even get there?
Angela and I chorused at the same time in frustration, "So you need our bodies."
They nodded happily and it was the most graceful moment in a long time. Shit!
***
Angela was in a sweatsuit, black cotton thing that was almost twice her size. She pulled off the sweatshirt, revealing her inner half top.
Next thing, the entire club went on a blackout. It was Marshall's doing as always. They then possessed us and we were ready to dance. Our blue eyes glowed openly, with all the people thinking it was some kind of show where we had glowy contact lenses on.
Every single person brought out a flashlight and pointed at us, given the blackout. Okay that was the best dancing environment I had ever seen.
It was Spectre by Alan Walker, the cool jam that could make you nod your head in rhythm even without consciousness. One of the greatest Edms the world could ask for.
It was a dance battle of course, so Angela went first. Taking advantage of her feminine nature, she made the males cheer, gyrating and vibrating her body to get those sexy poses. And finally a split. I gasped. Okay gotta admit, Clara was good.
Angela turned and smiled at me when the crowd cheered, giving a dare with her eyes to pass that if I could.
My favorite line of the song came, "Deep in the dark, I don't need the lights, there's a ghost inside me..."
It kinda reminded me of my first encounter with those darn robbers where Marshall made me beat the crap out of those people. And I remembered the incident so well, deciding to use it to play right now.
I clicked my fingers, making the spotlight upon us go off, widening my eyes to show the glow that awed the people. It took the same clicking of fingers to bring the lights back on. From what I noticed, the crowd still thought there was a hidden man there messing with the lights. Still, the coordination was inevitably noticeable. And they roared and clapped at that. But really,there was a ghost inside me.
I did a flip, landing upside down with a hand, took my head down slowly and twirled my body round with my head on the floor. I jumped back upright, giving them a moonwalk almost simultaneously, then a break.
I head a WOAH...
Yeah yeah I know. I was just too much. Angela's daring stare changed to the one of shock as she kept her hands crossed. Marshall was better if you ask me.
But no, Clara wasn't done yet.
Angela shook her body in impossible calculation in such a way you'll feel she was being shot by numerous bullets from all sides. She ran her hands all over herself, pausing with every move. As a final move, she took off her cap, gyrated her waist and finally kicked the cap right back to her head. No pun!
There was nothing on Earth my muse could do to surpass that. Or maybe not. You know he began to surprise me lately.