Dance. Lights that flow from one side of the room to the next. The club just down the street, in a little town somewhere in Nevada, was booming with life and everyone in town could hear. Scanning the club things looked normal, all but for one girl who wasn't the case. Long, dark hair flew through the air and bounced to the music with a body to match. Eyes, no one had ever seen, glittered as they searched the room. Her somewhat slender frame shimmied its way to a table were she slid past into a hallway flooding with one night hook ups. She looked at each pair of "lovers" with disgust and snatched an unused, black leather jacket. To shield her eyes and hide her face she pulled the collar up and made her way through the maze to the next dance room.
This room, unlike the others, rarely caught sight of a woman and was putrid. Ambivalent she stood at the doorway and once more scanned for a way through without being touched by the muscular bodies drenched in sweat and cologne. It didn't take long before one man in particular caught her eye. He stood out so well, but she couldn't understand how she had not noticed before. He stood, leaned up against a wall, gazing out into the crowd. His body was toned to perfection and his outfit, the thing that caused a re-look, was a military outfit with the shirt thrown off and bandages in its place. Boots clacked against the ground as he walked and glasses glared as the lights danced upon the floor, much like the men.
It didn't take long for the man to notice her, after all she was the only girl there. He peered across the room at her, the coat of darkness giving way to an eerie look. He could only notice the rest of her outfit after she moved into the heap of men. High heel boots, which she clearly had trouble walking in, matched her jacket and groped her legs up to the knee before being met by the bottom of a crimson dress which was caressed by her dark coat and shimmering black hair. He quickly moved to intervene the path of the beautiful young maiden.
She had to quickly stop to keep from running him over, thrashing her hair in a whirlwind of motion. A blast of air past the man and knocked out others behind him, but left him in place. With a light chuckle under his breath he rested his hand upon her shoulder and pulled her to the dance floor.
"This is stupid. I have to go; I should never have been pulled into this," she gave out in a faint voice that snarled at the same time.
He bowed and showed her the way out of the club, but not without following her afterward. He had never been so bewitched, and he planned to get to the bottom of it.
"So, what are you doing at the club," he smirked," not many things you could have been doing."
She turned for a slight moment and looked up at him with fiery eyes," I should ask you the better question, such as: 'Why are you following me?' or even 'What are you doing?' Now stop following me and go clubbing with guys."
Deliberately disobeying her orders he continued nearly toe to heel with her. After a quick snap of being stepped on, she tried a new idea. She used every muscle in her body to pulvolt herself through every man-made machine and contraption, leaving the large, broad-shouldered man far behind her.
He stood on the platform atop the building, staring down at an agile woman. Landing upon the ground she turned back to be sure she had not been followed, her eyes shimmering red under the street lights. The man stood with a puzzled look that stared off into space as he tried to piece together what exactly just happened. The mysterious woman spun around and took off with great speed while letting out a hysterical laugh that resembled one of a witch.
"Better luck next time, Sanny."
His eyes grew as he realized this woman knew him, yet he knew nothing of her. He knew there was only one thing he could do, but Deimos would hate him for it. After all, the two of them had just given the "relationship", between them, a break. Deimos, being a jealous man, would most likely flip out and refuse to assist, but Sanford knew it was his only hope in finding out who she could possibly be.
Sanford had started walking back to the apartment he and Deimos had been living in for a while. Lucky him, he had broke the rusty, out-dated car and decided he didn't need or have to fix it, but now he wished he had. The heat in the Nevada air was causing him to sweat more than usual and he could feel a rash or two being to sprout. Finally reaching the couch, San fell back onto the couch and let out a slight sigh that couldn't be heard over the squeak of the couch.
"Dei-", he paused and thought for a moment. Did he really know what he was going to say to Deimos? Before he could go over what to say within his head, Deimos burst out from the hallway.
"Sanny-poo, you are finally home. Did you have fun at the clu-," stopping just feet in front of him, Deimos took in a deep whiff of the air. His pupils dilated, filling every inch of his eye. He bent down and sniffed his neck. Raising an eyebrow he stood up and gave a disconcerted look.
"San, is that perfume I smell?"
"NO!" Sanford, popped his back as he bolted forward slightly.
"Then why are you over reacting to my question?"
He slunched back down into the couch and thought to himself for a moment. Taking in a deep breath of air he came to asking his question.
"Deimos, I need a favor without questions."
Seeing that this would comfort Sanford, Deimos pulled out his laptop and took the question without returning one, though his face did turn a bright red. Following what little descriptions Sanford could give, Deimos came up with a profile of the girl. A profile that shocked both of the men.