In another world, another time

The reality was, the reality will always be

The music was blaring from the speakers, deafening yet exciting in the tempo of the beat, the synchrony of the sound, the alluring melody of the vocals. All around him were bodies in motion, caught up in the story the music demanded they play out. The alcohol coursing throughout their systems no doubt lending a helping hand.

"Where is she?"

Bill asked a disinclined Justin who had been roped into being present for this, even more perturbed because Bill had refused to give him an out despite the plans he had with a certain Logan for the night. All his reactions were amusing to Bill.

Justin head began to scan the crowd, having already flipped through the dossier that Bill had had him prepare, and one he had not had a chance to look at.

He had been a little bit....

Distracted....

Preoccupied by thoughts....

Overtaken by alien sensations....

Sensations he had never felt before, not even then.

Intense in their existence....

They demanded of him what he was not willing to give....

They bedeviled him unceasingly...

Unabashed in their pursuit they...

"Bill!" Justin shook his shoulder to get his attention.

"Yes?" His voice sounded marginally annoyed. Justin looked at him questioningly.

"She's over there."

Bill's eyesight followed the direction in which Justin had pointed, and was met by the sight of a stunning flaxen haired vision of beauty, sensuality. Dressed in blue one arm dress that complemented her hair, accentuated with partings down the right side of her rib cage that showed the male population the delectable skin underneath, she was quite the image. However she had accessorized had the effect of providing her with the aura of authority. She was surrounded by a bevy of admirers as her body moved in an alluring motion that left the audience hoping, dreaming, and waiting for more.

"Man, being in a place like this makes me feel old."

"Maybe you need to reconnect with your youth Justin. I'll be the first to admit it, you need to loosen up a little bit."

"Whatever." He abruptly answered walking away slightly miffed. Such a delicate flower he was.

Justin started in the direction of their target, but the beast within him didn't share the same objective. It had been pacing inside its cage, frazzled. Bill's eyes continued to scan the crowd, the beast snarling for the only thing that seemed to have a soothing effect on it these days. What didn't help matters was that this state had been existent for longer than he would have preferred. Weeks, months it seemed.

The beast reared its head as his eyes passed over a section of the oval bar in front of him. Eyes scanning back, the beast reared its head and then he saw his vision of ethereal beauty. She was dressed in a simple black dress that came up to her mid-thigh. Seated with the length of her slim leg on display, her feet adorned with high heels, the vultures circled nearby no doubt captivated by the manner in which her head was thrown back, hair falling down her back, eyes closed, and the dim lights above her casting her face in a tantalizing shadow. Ecstasy raced across her features as she downed the shot in her hand, as if waves of pleasure were coursing through her at that very moment. He felt something tug inside him. He knew every man around her wished he was the reason for that pleasure. Shot finished, she placed the glass back on the bar top. A smile broke out on her face as she opened out her eyes, the euphoria on her face a sight to behold.