Nebula

Bullet Race 121 - Part 2

I managed to find a bar a mile or two away which I liked the look of. It was popular, but not overly noisy with drum and bass thudding in the background. It seemed to have drinks that were specialties in the Sol system which was great because I needed a Shuffle to calm my nerves.

Being the little bitch that I was, I was determined to keep up my grudge against Ty for what she did. I couldn’t believe that she actually tricked me like that and brought me here. It was a goddamn disgrace and she had absolutely no right to lie to me like that. I sometimes forgot that Ty took after me in more ways than I’d like.

Sometimes I thought it was a good thing, but other times she didn’t know where to stop. And making me go to Falassous was annoying to say the least, but like with most difficulties, I could live with it. It was her lying that was the real problem.

I was sitting near the back of the bar; I had somehow managed to get a nice dark corner table fit for two, a good walk from the bar counter. Out of sheer boredom I started looking at the guys around me, guessing what they might be outside this place. Wondering why they were there and how much they were planning to drink.

The Durian with poor dress sense and worse hair probably worked in banking or humanoid studies. He had greasy natural dark blue hair; his skin had loads of blemishes which stretched on his skin like a large balloon. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a higher IQ than all of us in the bar put together. He wasn’t hot by any means – he was pretty out of place, though.

There by the counter was another Durian; this time, it was a female. It’s weird to see females outside of the Durian system, because they tend to stick to the ancient female routine of staying in the kitchen obeying the men in all their glory. The very thought makes me cringe – how could anyone accept that routine of doing the same thing, day after day as their life? After so long being stuck on Mars doing the same thing for years on end, I would’ve lost my mind if I stayed there.

She, unlike the Durian females, had longer hair and a slender figure. Humans had a perception of beauty and she was attempting to keep up with it in particular. The woman had perfection in every sense of the word – gorgeous sunflower yellow hair, perky breasts and sea-green eyes with golden flecks that shone in the right light.

She laughed as musically as Goodcat in front of the crowd of men. Spanning from ordinary humans to Durians they chatted and demanded attention from her. I caught a couple of names thrown her way, a few hushed flirtatious whispers.

I sat like a troll compared to her. With my messy hair, cheap clothes and some kind of repellent that kept everyone a good four feet away from me and my drink; I wasn’t much to look at. It was only a matter of time before I felt that green snake of jealousy snap at the back of my mind.

Did I pine for a relationship or attention like that from men? Of course I did. I just wouldn’t admit it - ever.

Now for that first minute of seeing her, I felt good for her because she was doing what she wanted and not following the endless lines of sheep going to slaughter. We were similar and knowing that I wasn’t entirely alone in my quest to upstage the rest of the universe. Then I looked closer and my thoughts turned uglier.

As I watched her mimicking the rest of human females I realised that she wasn’t doing it because she wanted to stand out from the universe – she was doing it to join. This Durian had no self-esteem, she was getting completely wasted and all she really seemed to want was as many phone numbers in her pocket as possible. She wasn’t stopping the guys who tried to feel her breasts or arse, she was egging them on, teasing them.

The more I looked at her, the more I imagined kicking that fine behind right into the ground. There was a bottle nearby, give that a good smash around her face and she’d be down pretty fast. Then, while stunned, pick up that face and knee her nose enough for a good break; then out the window, into the street. Within a few seconds I had gone from admiration to anger.