Tyme Essence
Trowa POV
The first time we went to that place of sin, that monstrosity of polygamy, that elegant temptation was seven months ago yesterday. It was my birthday so the guys decided to take me out, and I'm still not sure whether it was a blessing in heaven or a meeting hell.
It was raining that night. I remember that quite well, the sound of water pouring on my umbrella as we jumped from the taxi and sprinted to the neon lighted entrance. The outside alone was intoxicating, the steady pulse of bass already drummed into the asphalt as many a strange dressed thrill seeker walked past us.
"I hear this place has the best music, entertainment, and the greatest crowd." Duo said, clapped a hand on my shoulder.
I must have smiled because he looked at Heero and took his hand. Quatre smiled at the two of them and leaned against his 'friend' that we had learned to call Arthur. I shook my head, when would my blonde-haired best friend understand? I knew he felt strongly for his new beau, it didn't bother me at all.
After negotiating with the doorman (not the bouncer, but doorman) we slipped through the black tinted doors and into the sultry heat of the club that was Tyme Essence.
Suddenly we were engulfed by the crowd mobbed the entryway. The music pounded, its beat matching that of my heart. Duo's hand found Heero's and they leaned to each other, lips touching for that second that felt like an eternity. A twinge of jealousy surged through me as I turned away and was greeted by the sight of Quatre and Arthur pressed together.
I pushed through the mob, trying to get away from my love/ lust struck companions. I made it to the dance floor; people danced with and on top of each other, the addicting music enveloping my mind. A huge stage stood at the north wall, luminescent curtains preventing the curious eye's view. A long bar and tables lined either side, columns holding dancers on either edge of the stage. Cages hung from the rafters, painted dancers moving like fluid in the passing beams of light.
There was a scent like no other to this place. It smelled like addiction, it smelled like a hovering need of physical contact, it smelled like the root of all things present in this place.lust.
I spent the first thirty or so minutes there at the bar, watching as strangers and occasionally my friends would stop their dance to soothe their parched throats with something from the glass bottles behind the bar. I noticed after a while that I was the only one sitting, the rest engaged in the age old art that was dance.
Then the music stopped, the spell broken. People dispersed to tables and sat, some not in tables but sat nonetheless. A man in a simple black suit walked to the center of the stage. His honey blonde hair shimmered in the stage lights, eyes searching the audience. I bit my lip as the others joined me, Heero leaning closer to me.
"Here's the reason we brought you here, Tro. Duo, Quatre and I knew that you'd love it." He said, pointing as the curtains started to move.
The stage was divided into three levels, the lowest was covered in what seemed to be silver silk and a black iron stool. The second level had only a straight steel pole in the center, and the third and highest layer had a single wooden seat held by two wires, making a swing.
I pulled Duo and Heero to me and glared at them, I could feel my face turn bright red. They smiled.
"Happy birthday." They said in unison.
" A strip bar! You took me to a-!" was as far as I got before caught in my throat.
A young woman who looked my age or younger started her catlike walk toward the platform. Her cinnamon hair was long to her lower back and extremely curly. Pale complected and long limbed, she looked like and innocent demon wearing that school uniform. Its green plaid skirt, white shirt and matching tie showed off her curves as strappy heels framed her ankles.
I couldn't bear it. I didn't want her onstage. Guys hooted and catcalled but she played no mind. Her eyes, much like that of the man who introduced her, searched the audience as the music started and she reached for the microphone.not the buttons to her shirt.
My eyes gazed over her, angry that an angel such as that was subjected to playing the part of a seductive demoness. I felt my heart ache as she put the microphone to her lips.
Sarah: The first of many a new story...must keep typing
'Sean' : What about "Time of Duty"? and the rest of that stuff?
Sarah: I'm getting there.
Trowa POV
The first time we went to that place of sin, that monstrosity of polygamy, that elegant temptation was seven months ago yesterday. It was my birthday so the guys decided to take me out, and I'm still not sure whether it was a blessing in heaven or a meeting hell.
It was raining that night. I remember that quite well, the sound of water pouring on my umbrella as we jumped from the taxi and sprinted to the neon lighted entrance. The outside alone was intoxicating, the steady pulse of bass already drummed into the asphalt as many a strange dressed thrill seeker walked past us.
"I hear this place has the best music, entertainment, and the greatest crowd." Duo said, clapped a hand on my shoulder.
I must have smiled because he looked at Heero and took his hand. Quatre smiled at the two of them and leaned against his 'friend' that we had learned to call Arthur. I shook my head, when would my blonde-haired best friend understand? I knew he felt strongly for his new beau, it didn't bother me at all.
After negotiating with the doorman (not the bouncer, but doorman) we slipped through the black tinted doors and into the sultry heat of the club that was Tyme Essence.
Suddenly we were engulfed by the crowd mobbed the entryway. The music pounded, its beat matching that of my heart. Duo's hand found Heero's and they leaned to each other, lips touching for that second that felt like an eternity. A twinge of jealousy surged through me as I turned away and was greeted by the sight of Quatre and Arthur pressed together.
I pushed through the mob, trying to get away from my love/ lust struck companions. I made it to the dance floor; people danced with and on top of each other, the addicting music enveloping my mind. A huge stage stood at the north wall, luminescent curtains preventing the curious eye's view. A long bar and tables lined either side, columns holding dancers on either edge of the stage. Cages hung from the rafters, painted dancers moving like fluid in the passing beams of light.
There was a scent like no other to this place. It smelled like addiction, it smelled like a hovering need of physical contact, it smelled like the root of all things present in this place.lust.
I spent the first thirty or so minutes there at the bar, watching as strangers and occasionally my friends would stop their dance to soothe their parched throats with something from the glass bottles behind the bar. I noticed after a while that I was the only one sitting, the rest engaged in the age old art that was dance.
Then the music stopped, the spell broken. People dispersed to tables and sat, some not in tables but sat nonetheless. A man in a simple black suit walked to the center of the stage. His honey blonde hair shimmered in the stage lights, eyes searching the audience. I bit my lip as the others joined me, Heero leaning closer to me.
"Here's the reason we brought you here, Tro. Duo, Quatre and I knew that you'd love it." He said, pointing as the curtains started to move.
The stage was divided into three levels, the lowest was covered in what seemed to be silver silk and a black iron stool. The second level had only a straight steel pole in the center, and the third and highest layer had a single wooden seat held by two wires, making a swing.
I pulled Duo and Heero to me and glared at them, I could feel my face turn bright red. They smiled.
"Happy birthday." They said in unison.
" A strip bar! You took me to a-!" was as far as I got before caught in my throat.
A young woman who looked my age or younger started her catlike walk toward the platform. Her cinnamon hair was long to her lower back and extremely curly. Pale complected and long limbed, she looked like and innocent demon wearing that school uniform. Its green plaid skirt, white shirt and matching tie showed off her curves as strappy heels framed her ankles.
I couldn't bear it. I didn't want her onstage. Guys hooted and catcalled but she played no mind. Her eyes, much like that of the man who introduced her, searched the audience as the music started and she reached for the microphone.not the buttons to her shirt.
My eyes gazed over her, angry that an angel such as that was subjected to playing the part of a seductive demoness. I felt my heart ache as she put the microphone to her lips.
Sarah: The first of many a new story...must keep typing
'Sean' : What about "Time of Duty"? and the rest of that stuff?
Sarah: I'm getting there.