'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 1: Part 6 (Dannity)

Typical as one would guess for anyone who's so ever dared to venture into a Frat Hoe-down.

I say this with the accuracy to back the thought plopping into my brain waves as we initially entered through the threshold. There wasn't much left for the mind to wonder if a few of the girls were experts of razor crafted cha-chas. A sea of landing strips; one female (with a skirt shorter-than-regulations had ever intended material to be) had bizarrely turned the brush-pile of hair to a slight chanteuse hue; another had taken to the unadorned essentials, stripping it down to the wood floor or flesh rather.

Nik looked right at home. A drink had easily found its way guzzling down her gullet within the five minutes of being surrounded by all these fools.

I couldn't had felt any more of an outcast than my body had been encumbered by. The crowd of under-age teenagers and young adults and mid-twenty-somethings speedily crowded me; stepping over the comfort of personal space and with it - a rapid, panic seized ahold of my throat; the giant room was losing supply of any decent airflow. Swiftly as a handshake, the room had withdrawn an undisclosed amount of feet; the faces and bodies and intrepid sounds began blaring bass drumbeats within my seemingly hemorrhaging ear drums. I had felt this a handful times back in High School and it took a bit of effort on my part to contain the inflictions that oozed from out of thin air... Air!

That's what I was desperately in need of. Giving my lungs and brain a breath fresh air did the trick - most of time.

Images of smeared faces rolled by as I made an infuriated attempt to any exit my eyes came up on. Finally, after countless bumps and prods of objects and of obnoxious guys steering towards my body parts - there was a door; a glorious hole to free me; beckoning me to slam through it and get out of this heat box of sexual tensions.

Fleeing out beyond the door frame, the cold breeze opened its' cradling hands to devour a new in its' presence... it was relief soon less celebrated as broad shoulders heaved at my tiny frame.