As soon as I entered the club, the smell of beer, cheap perfume, and sweat hit my nostrils; it was enough to make me want to turn and walk out. The "music" playing from the speakers pounded against my eardrums, making the floor and walls shake it was so loud. Brightly colored bodies crammed onto the dance floor, dancing to the music and grinding against each other; in some cases, it looked like they were having sex. I gazed across the bar, looking for the girl the professor had described.
"Trust me, Logan, you won't be able to miss her," the professor said, projecting her image into my mind. Shiny red hair flashed like fire; it almost had a pink tint to it. Her eyes were dark, but faded to other colors; the professor warned me that they changed depending on her emotions. Her face was borderline pale, but matched the rest of her. I looked for this face as I scanned the bar. Finally, I found her at the end, watching the dance floor with no interest whatsoever.
I walked over and took a seat next to her on the right. She didn't seem to acknowledge my presence so I ordered a beer.
"Jack Daniels, ice cold," I said, slapping a five on the counter and grabbing the beer. I took a long swig and swung around to observe the crowd, but glanced at her from the side. Her expression was that of boredom, she watched the crowd but didn't seem to be looking at anyone. Her eyes were the dark gray I had seen earlier and in one hand she held what looked like a Shirley temple. Just as I was about to say something to her, some guy in a skinny jeans and a black t-shirt approached her with a two beers in hand.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked, offering her the beer.
"You can get lost," she countered, making full eye contact with him.
"Why so harsh, baby?" he cooed, placing the beers on the counter and trying to take her free hand. "Why don't you come dance with me? A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be sitting here alone." He smiled, trying to tug her to her feet. With a swift movement of her hand, she broke free of his grasp and placed her hand on the bar.
"How 'bout you get lost like I already asked?" she snapped getting off the bar stool and standing up. She was taller than I expected and the high heel boots she wore gave her an edge.
"Oh, c'mon you don't have to play tough with me, sweetheart." He tried again, placing a hand on her arm. "You just need to loosen up a little."
She sighed and brushed his hand off her arm. "You asked for it," she smiled, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. With a small flicker, her irises turned silver. With one swift motion, she threw a punch at his face, stopping centimeters from his nose, and opened her palm to release a powerful gust of wind. The offender was thrown against the opposite wall. The music died and everything was silent. Everybody was either staring at the unconscious man or the women who had just thrown him across the room without laying a finger on him. From somewhere in the crowd, a girl screamed and someone yelled, "Mutant!" Her eyes started glowing red and I took this as a good opportunity to get her attention.
"Let's go," I snarled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the exit. Much to my surprise, she didn't fight back. Instead, she allowed me to run out the door with her. Some people tried to make a grab for us, but a quick slip of my claws made most of them jump back.
"There are two of them!" someone yelled, evading my claws. Others shouted about calling the police and some ran around frantically, not sure what to do. Apparently, it didn't cross anyone's mind to block the exit, but that made my job easier.
Outside the club, everything was quiet.
"We can take my bike," I said, pulling her to where I parked it earlier.
"Umm, I don't think so buddy," she said, stopping and pulling back her wrist. "I can take care of myself." The sound of sirens turned our gazes away from each other.
"Look, unless you want to spend the night in a jail cell or have your picture running across the 5 o'clock news, I suggest you get on the back of the bike and shut up," I said, firing up the engine.
She paused for a moment and stared at the approaching lights. With a sigh, she swung up behind me. As soon as her arms were wrapped around my waist, I took off in a cloud of dust. Hitting the black top and turning left to towards the mansion, I heard her soft exhale. She rested her head on my shoulder.
"You owe me a new bike."