The Dark Stranger

Night Out

"The Dark Stranger" © VeGirl 2014

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I can feel Eddie watching me carefully several times during that day, as if she is trying to figure me out, trying to see what is really going on within me. Finally I catch her looking and give her a defiant, questioning look back.

"I was just wondering what you say about The Cave this Saturday?" Her tone is defensive and I am caught off guard.

"Sure, that's perfect!"

The only thing I am actually sad about when it comes to Peter is that he isn't interested in going out dancing. Sports is his main interest, and I don't mean doing sport, but watching sport on TV and however much I love him, I wish he would take me out. Luckily I have my best friend to go out with, we always have a blast together and this is something I'm especially looking forward to this time.

The town we live in isn't that big, but we have a few places to go to and The Cave is one of them. It is surprisingly big and draws people from the close by towns as well. It is the It-place right now and it is thriving.

When we arrive, there is a long line of people waiting outside, but we just walk right by all people glaring at us and the bouncer by the door let us in immediately. "Hi Eddie, Trey is in his office." This is definitely the perks of living in a small town, Trey is the owner of this place, he happens to be Eddie's cousin and that's why we can just walk right in through the front door, while a long row of people has to wait in line.

Trey has really made this old factory-building into the most eligible club in the area, the upstairs facility is bright, with high ceiling and is decorated into some high class 80:s club with retro Art Deco design. It makes me think of Madonna in her earlier years as an artist, you know; Material girl and that. The basement is totally different with a dark ambiance and looks like a dark cave; hence the name.

Eddie and I start out by the upstairs classy bar with typical 1980's Kamikaze shots and check out the crowd around us. People are dancing to top hits of the time with Wham, Pointer Sisters and Bananarama.

"Oh no, there's a girl with the same top as me!" Eddie hiss.

I turn in the direction she is discretely nodding. "Yeah, but it looks so much better on you; she doesn't have your figure." I raise my glass toward her and she smiles grateful with her blue eyes looking even more intense with that blue top accentuating them.

"Thanks' gorgeous!"

"You're welcome, hot lips," I reply jokefully. She really is gorgeous with that blond hair, lightly curling at the bottom; she fit right into the ambiance of this 1980's atmosphere as a glamour-girl. She's more curvaceous than me and I'm a little jealous of that, I have more of a sporty flat body, probably due to my sport-obsessed years as a teenager.

Oh well; you can't have it all!

We stay there by the bar; checking people out commenting them for a while, mostly to find out who is here tonight. When we head out to the dance floor, the mood is instantly on top.

Eddie and I are really making the best of it, and I note that we are getting attention from both feminine and masculine attendees in this club, and we love it.

The dance-floor is packed with swaying bodies, and the mood is high as usual. Suddenly there is a feeling of being watched. Usually I don't care that much; I enjoy the attention and then I enjoy turning the guys down almost as much.

I am taken!

This time it feels entirely different; I can't see the person watching me, and the shocking feeling reverberates through my body in a way I have never felt before, I think. The thought has barely run through me when I realize that it has; it is the same feeling I had when I dreamed about a black car dropping somebody off at the abandoned house opposite ours.