The Gemini

5 - Electric Chair

^That gold shirt and that hair tho^
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The ride to the club was a silent one. Usually Jody would have the radio blaring whenever she drove but this time she needed to be left alone with her thoughts. Her muddled and confused train of thought. The feeling that came over her when her stalker laughed was unpleasant. Despite that, she couldn't ignore how it moved something within her. What that something was, she didn't know. Her persistent curiosity wanted answers while her common sense told her to ignore it.

Ignore it, him, and the whole happening is what she had been doing to the best of her ability for that past two days. She got rid of all the things that held any recollection of that night. The oversized green sweater that she wore was stuffed away in the corner of her small closet along with the jeans that she paired with it. She used to love that sweater. The gold hoop earrings and the matching bracelet were put in a jewelry box that she kept in the bathroom cabinet. The shoes, even though they weren't able to be worn again anyway, Jody put back in the box that sat on the top shelf of the closet. She wouldn't retrieve any of it, not for a while if ever.

The getaway car was easy to ditch. Jody purposely parked it in a fire lane that night and the next afternoon it was gone. The one time when city government was good for something.

Checking for the sixth time since their journey began, Jody saw Nikki's red Daytona following behind her own white Grand Prix. That phone call had made her a little paranoid. The thought of being followed made her skin crawl. She knew she had to steel her nerves or else she would go crazy. She had a feeling that that's exactly what he wanted.

Arriving at her destination, Jody parked and cut the engine.

There's no way you're getting my sanity.

94 East was one of the hottest hangouts in the city. The dance spot had been a refuge for Jody since her high school days and even the location of her first job. She had showed her face around the place so much that the owner offered her a cleaning position. It wasn't always ideal but it got her closer to what made her world go round. Music. She would show up early and stay as late as she could, all to hang with the club's DJ and learn the art of running the booth. With the turntables it was love at first sight. At the age of fifteen Jody knew she had found her calling.

Time went on and Jody left for college. When she came back, it was to the devastating news that the owner had died. She mourned and thought for sure that 94's star would fizzle out. Then in came the owners nephew A.B. to prove her wrong.

Stepping through double doors, Jody breathed in the familiar scent of her home away from home. Due to A.B.'s obsession with incents, the place always smelled of jasmine. She didn't mind though, feeling that it added an alluring air and complimented the club's unique laid-back industrial vibe.

"Hey there, miss lady."

Nikki nudged her elbow into Jody's side, gaining an annoyed look from the woman. "There go ya boo." She whispered in a sing-song manner.

"Don't start."

Nikki made a face at the warning. "You invited me."

"And I'm regretting it already."

The two women went to the bar, Jody took a seat on one of the stools while Nikki leaned. A.B. stood behind the bar drinking pink lemonade out of a tumbler glass. Jody knew it was pink lemonade because it was basically all he ever drank.

"Hey."

Her eyes went straight to the hat on top of his head. It was always a different one, rarely was there ever a repeat. Today's was a tan felt bolero that she wanted to snatch off and claim as her own. It didn't match a thing that he wore but she knew that he had done it on purpose.