Gravity Asylum

Chapter -3: Blood on The Dance Floor

     We're here. We stood at the entrance of the Light Trance Tavern. It didn't resemble that of a tavern but a large dark mansion. The lighting made everything seem to be the colors of purple, magenta and pink. This was just the lobby room. The real party is upstairs. That explains the elevator at the end of this dark room. Several people who were here having a good time stood in the lobby room too. A long black haired Asian man in a blazer, a drunk guy with thirty chins baring glasses, a short blond girl in a red dress, a dark skinned lady dressed up in both a tight shirt and tight jeans, a thick looking two tone hair girl with glasses and a boy wearing a cap looking too young to even be here all just spent time chatting as well as drinking. Women that wore less clothes than a Neanderthal and plenty of men that flat-out looked like a Neanderthal stood around joking about how their friend Tayly couldn't cowgirl longer than a second on his bull before she left. I for one commend that Tayly girl for leaving. She didn't stick around to fuck with some rodeo clown jack offs. I was standing right next to them so I over heard their conversation. That was the only way I could have heard them because the music was playing so obstreperous my whole body was quaking. So high I couldn't concentrate on more than one thing at a time. So the ability to talk while walking was enabled for me and Cannata. In the corner of this lobby room we're standing in, were high-powered bass speakers. "It's too loud!" Cannata yelled. I shouted back I don't know what you were expecting! "What?!" Cannata couldn't hear what I said. "Just follow me to the elevator." I instructed. After that I ran toward the elevator. To my dismay I also got even closer to the bass speakers, making it even more louder. I kept tapping 'the open door screen' repetitively. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Open up damn it! I looked at the screen on the elevator. It said to take five shots of Burmilaska. That was an expensive a Vodka this placed offered. They wanted us to get wasted even before we go in the main club floor huh? Just then I felt someone touching my buttox. I immediately spun around swinging my hand at whoever touched me. My hands swung through the air as it hit nothing. I looked down and seen a woman carrying a tray with shot cups and a bottle on it as she was crouched down. She had ducked my hand. In a fishnetted sports bra and a skirt that looked soaked, was a curvy woman with belly button piercings. She rose up, standing taller than I was. I looked down to see if she was maybe wearing high heels but all I seen was her oiled up bust through the fishnet bra. She removed some of her brunette hair from her face then asked me something I couldn't understand do to the question being in spanish. Cannata who at last made it over to me, heard what she said and translated it. He faced me and told that she said that: "Her name is Jada and one of us has to take five shots of her vodka before we can enter potatoes!" I don't think she said the last potato part; he probably isn't perfect when it came to Español. I let him do it. He cheered and slid on his back over to the woman. She proceeds to stand over him with her strong tone legs spread apart from one another pouring the bottle of Burmilaska down the air pipe of Cannata's. And what do you know? She was wearing some kind of pumps with straps."How long can you go?" asked Jada as she began twerking to the music. She placed the bottle in his mouth leaving one hand free to sway with and the other went in his pocket. The woman squatted at she twerked faster while digging through ol'freckle face's wallet for a little tip. I walked over and snatched her hand out of my acquaintance's pocket. The woman stopped twerking to give me a look. First thing I noticed about her hands was how soft they were. Damn these are some good hands. Second thing I noticed was that she had on a marriage ring on. "You're married."

     "So what?" Said Jada. I pulled Cannata from under her then tapped the elevator screen for it to open. And it did. "Bros, bobby rustle sprouts." Said drunk Cannata as I dragged him in the elevator with me. A man stood up from the crowd appearing to be leaving. The elevator closed as it finally shot upwards. I'm sharing the space with a few other individuals but it's fine because at least I had plenty of elbow room. I kneeled down to my human translator; shaking him trying to bring some life to him. "I'm fine bro." Cannata responded. He got back on his two feet. "That liquor ain't nothing to me seeee" he boasted while still being a tad unsteady. Good I thought to myself. As I stayed silent my eyes darted around noticing small details of the steel stucture I was ascending in. And I could actually hear myself think which was odd because I couldn't do that down stairs. The music was still playing but not as concentrated as it was before. The sounds come off muffed and quite muddy. My body wasn't rattling with every bass drop anymore. I whispered to Ol'freckle face about this, hoping he could shade some light to what was happening. After hiccuped he answered me by saying this club used something called Blu Sound for they're Bass Speakers. I never heard of that before. He told me that his sister had the same kind before she sold it to a mechanic when she found out that his pet rat, fraggle hated the sound of it. "What's Blu sound?" I whispered. He whispered back "I don't know." That took me a few silent moments to pars. While I was doing that, a fat man in a light brown blazer called out for Cannata. Cannata turned around in shock. "Boss?!"

     "Hey just the supervisor I wanted to see." Said the man with a stern face. So this teenage is the supervisor of that motel? Maybe someone should be in charge of supervising this guys sanity if he thought that was a good idea. He continued by saying " we have received complains about rat problems seven days straight; mind telling me what's going on?" Cannata chuckled nervously. "Ball game." I thought. The elevator door opened so I walked through it. "I'll catch up with you bro!" Screamed Cannata. I nodded and went looking for my former roommate. The Blu Sound speakers blasted me with music even louder than ever before. If not being able to hear myself wasn't enough, there were thousands of semi conscious people dancing to this dubstep song in a storm of flashing laser lights everywhere, blinding me as if my eyes had rainbow prism vision. I looked and seen I wasn't even standing on a floor but actually a surface layer of manipulated sound that was strong enough for me and everyone else to maintain well above the ground by pushing off of our feet; walking on this felt like nothing I've walked on before. It never felt that I was standing on steady ground but more of vibrating sand. I'm starting to get nauseous. Although seeing technology this advance is always a pleasure it didn't help my queasy condition.