Step by step, heart to heart,
Left right left, we all fall down...
Like toy soldiers...
Three dark figures silently entered the through the door. The music was just loud enough to understand, but not quite enough to draw one's complete attention. The figure in the middle took a step forward, and either figure to his sides followed him to a small round table all the way in the back corner of the room.
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on...
For toy soldiers...
Just as they sat down, a woman quickly hurried over and offered them something to drink, within two minutes, she was back with three dark bottles. The three mysterious strangers had not even really acknowledged the woman, and it appeared that they didn't intend to.
How could I be so blind to this addiction?
If I lose time, the next one is gonna be me...
Only emptiness remains, it replaces all,
All the pain...
Won't you come out and play with me?
The leader of the small group, and the one sitting in the middle of the two of his companions reached into the pocket of his dark jacket and pulled out something rectangular that was wrapped in foil. A soft but sharp crinkling sound was made as he ripped it off and took a bite out of the chocolate bar. While silently chewing, he glanced up at the singer on the stage.
Step by step, heart to heart,
Left right left, we all fall down...
Like toy soldiers...
She fit part of the description of the rest of the women in the dark club, being a bit scantily dressed, but while the others were wearing short skirts and revealing dresses, she was adorned with a sleeveless unzipped hoodie, underneath with she had a midriff cut tube top, and a pair of tight hipster jeans, accented with various chains and such.
The singer's vibrant red hair seemed a bit messy, but almost in a planned way as it cascaded down over her shoulders and down her back halfway. She held the microphone close to her lips, and her dark blue eyes scanned the crowd, half open as she sang and swayed with the music.
Finally, the music began to fade, and the man looked back to his companions as one of them set his bottle down with a loud clunk on the old wooden table. There was some audible clapping as the singer replaced the mic on its stand and descended the stage stairs, ignoring the applause directed in her direction. She glanced quickly around the room as she paused momentarily at the bottom, then hurried through a door to her right and was gone in an instant.
The three stayed silent for the most part, and people came and went as if they were never there. It wasn't until the very early hours of the morning, when most everyone in the club was either gone or pass out on a table or the floor, that either of the two older men dared to say anything. Though their voices were hushed into near silence, if one could get close enough, they could hear the word 'Kira'
Most of the staff had gone home, and those that had stayed there knew to leave the three shady characters in the back alone. This suited everyone well, and the three made no contact with any of the waitresses for more drinks.
That was until one particular girl passed their table on the way toward the main door. She made it all the way across the room, and put a hand on the door to open it and leave, but suddenly she stopped for a moment. Being interrupted by her close walk by their table, the three stared at her, their conversation suddenly silenced.
Everyone, including the staff behind the bar watched as the girl slowly turned around, went around the long wooden bar and into the back room, only to appear with four bottles in hand. Her footsteps were completely silent as she approached the men and their table. Without a word, she set down three of the bottles on their table, without making eye contact with any of them, and then she disappeared again into the back room with her own bottle.
No one moved for almost an eternity's worth of time. All eyes were fixed on the door that the girl had just exited through. Then suddenly one of the men coughed into his fist, and time seemed to start moving again. The bartenders went back to cleaning up for the night, and the three men in the corner looked away from the door.
But then suddenly the youngest one, the leader that sat in the middle rose to his feet. His bottle sat untouched in front of him, and his eyes were still fixed on the door. The man to his left started to get up as well, but with just a slight movement of a hand, he was signaled to stay seated. The young man slowly approached the door, and everything around them stopped once more.
The squeaking of the door caused the bartenders to jump as they watched the man from the corner of their eyes. One reached under the flap of his jacket, but a young waitress out a hand out to stop him.
Once the door was shut, the man walked into near darkness. There was but one small flickering candle in the center of the room. But it sat not on a floor or table, but on the stomach of the girl. She lay upside down on a small old couch, her legs draped over the back, and her head down by the legs of the table in front of the couch. Leaning against the bottom legs of the table was an upside down book which the girl appeared to be reading. Her bottle sat half empty already on the floor next to her head, and her red hair lay scattered on the floor around her head.
The young man leaned back against the closed door and waited for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Neither seemed to take any notice of the other for quite some time. But finally the redhead decided to break the almost peaceful silence.
"So I take it you got my note..."
The man looked up at the girl.
"...Mello."
