I've managed to snag a seat in a corner of the club where I can see the bar and a majority of the building. There are a few blind spots but I don't think anything will happen in the bathrooms besides what's supposed to happen in them. Anyway, Seras said there were abductions, so I really only need to see the exit.
Crossing my legs, I watch people hook up, reject, admire, and dismiss one another. The modern mating game is quick and dirty, and players move on faster than I thought possible. I learn a lot by studying the most successful seductions and I wonder if they would work on Seras, or if she'd even like me trying. She seems to prefer having me at her whim. I'm certain that if I tried to seduce her she'd turn things around and make me regret it.
I lightly touch my throat, remembering the harsh way Seras was controlling me, and hope she's doing okay. Her emotions are calm inside me so she's probably relaxing or asleep. Lucky her. The club isn't so bad but the atmosphere and music is a lot for my advanced senses to take it. The music is much louder than than the music at Marv's club was, and the sensual air is more... wild. At a strip club you know you're going to get Something and you don't try so hard. But at a normal club like this one the hunt is prevalent. You may win or lose, but you don't know which so you put everything out there. It's unrestrained arousal with no particular direction.
Shaking my head clear, I blink rapidly and tell myself to stop people watching for fun. I have a job to do.
I rest my chin in my hand and flick my eyes from this person to that, catching splatters of thought. Unsurprisingly the little bits I catch are not intellectual in nature. More snobbish, if anything. And there's nothing I see that makes me think someone might be here to kill. There are a few creepy thoughts floating around, but I honestly don't think there's intent behind them. The place appears to be a normal hang out for fun seeking adults. Maybe Seras was wrong. Maybe I'll be here all night for nothing. I could be at home protecting the property instead of doing nothing here. I didn't even make Seras dinner before I left. She's probably hungry with nothing prepared for her, and that's my fault.
Feeling terrible, I vacate my seat and leave it to by taken by some tired person so I can go to the bathroom. I have to push numerous buzzed party goers out of my way to reach the toilets only to find that there's an insane line before me. Drunk and not so drunk girls chit chat away with softly slurred words and, slowly, the line moves. The only ones that really seem to be bothered by the wait are the more sober girls. Apparently being aware of possibly peeing your pants tends to piss people off.
I wait my turn for the restroom while continuing to keep watch over the club. I feel it's more likely that I'll prevent a sexual assault rather than stop a murder. But I keep doing as I'm supposed to, touching my breast where Seras's cell is. As my turns finally comes to use the toilet, I wonder if Seras would mind if I called her just to talk. She didn't say I couldn't, but then again, she might be asleep. I wouldn't want to wake her.
When I'm finished relieving myself I bump into an inebriated woman watching herself in the mirror. She slurs something to me and I smile and nod like I understand, then I move on to wash my hands. She continues to talk to me as I lather, rinse, and repeat, and I turn to her to, intrigued by her behavior. She's blocking other women from using the stalls so I move her away. I ask the other women around if they know her but no one fesses up. I can't just let a drunk girl free in a club of guys who would surely take advantage of her state, so I coax her out of the bathroom. It's not very hard. She hangs onto me as she staggers along and I keep her upright, moving people out of my way so I can reach the bar.
I manage to claim a space of the bar for me and my new friend, and I encourage her to rest. She smiles at me, her eyes half lidded, and asks if she looks okay. Chuckling, I nod and say she does. She takes that in and seems satisfied so I use her quiet to search her mind to see if she came with friends. Her thoughts are bubbly and holed in places but I manage to ascertain that, yes, she came with a small group of girlfriends. Fuzzy pictures of her friends enter my mind and I squint around the club to see if I can find the matching faces.
