Hey guys, hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it with a can of cola as my best friend at 2 in the morning.
Disclaimer- Hmm, let me think... if I somehow marry a descendant of Jim Henson, then technically the labyrinth and the studio company would all be...alright fine, I don't own anything.
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Opening night
Sarah beamed down onto the audience as the velvet curtain began to fall down upon her. They stood up to applaud; her parents, school friends, people she'd not even been in friendly terms with all came to support her. Even Broadway actress and part time mother Linda had flown over to the central theatre from her busy schedule to witness her first major performance piece.
Sarah couldn't have been happier. Surrounded by the people who loved and supported her passion. But as she scanned over the mass of people under long dark lashes, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the one person who couldn't be there, beaming back up at her. But he was from another world, another time, and would probably not bother with such petty things like Romeo and Juliet plays.
This was her last thought as the velvet came into her view.
And all the time, a snowy barn owl watched , poised outside on the willow tree, with its head cocked to one side, and a mischievous glint in it's eyes.
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"C'mon! What do you say we all go for a drink?"
Everybody had either hugged or in Toby's case, clung to her, and there was a lot of positive feedback of the performance. But her closest friends wanted to have a bit more fun, as a celebratory victory to her first opening night, and a great success, to that. Everyone knew she had been working so hard to get the role, and when she did, she put all her heart and soul into it, her efforts not going to waste, the dramatic and well rehearsed lines and show a pleasure for all to see and remembered for a time.
Even Sarah thought she deserved a night of heavy bass music and crowded bodies dancing to the beat. Finally convinced by her entire family, she let her friends drag her towards the club, and grumbling, she obliged, but not before they changed her into something more...clubbing acceptable.
They raided the costume department.
Sarah was now wearing patent black leather pants, and a red halter with a dainty gold chain that criss-crossed across her back. Her hair, that luscious raven flow of dark temptation splayed freely around her face that was still shimmering with stage make up.
Now the only thing missing was... Sarah looked witheringly at her feet, her bare feet, at that. They hadn't been able to find the shoe racks, and Sarah had already turned in her costumes.
But Cindy and Maz had just laughed, saying barefooted was the way to go, in terms of tight, revealing clothing. Annoyed, she padded out into the overheat lit street in the dark, the cold seeping into her toes and she shivered.
The trio laughed and giggled all the way there, getting a lift from Cindy's dad. They were planning to stay late, till after 11, too late to get another lift and decided to all take a taxi home together. Sarah was immersed in conversation but still couldn't ignore the tingling that had began to start in her bare toes.
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"Have a good'un ladies" said the bouncer as he stepped aside, letting them in
They were blown away but the loud, thumping music that hit them as soon as they opened the entrance doors. Bodies were everywhere, hips gyrating against each other to the groove, arms were flailing in the air, heads thrown back in pleasure.
The atmosphere was hung heavy with the one thing-sex.
And it was easy to be engulfed in it. Too easy. Anxious, Sarah tightened her grip on Cindy and Maz, making sure she wasn't lost in the crowd. They fought through and eventually found a table to the side, although surrounded by couples that seemed to engaged in a little more than just dancing.
"And what would you ladies like on a good night like this?" cut in the cool drawl of the handsome bartender.
"Two Green Vespers, with extra shots of vodka" replied Maz
"Excellent choice...and what about you, raven hair?"
Sarah blushed. "I'm not too fussed about mocktails, would you have ice mocha-"
"She'll have the same as us" Maz grinned as she placed a fifty on the counter.
Sarah made a face but shrugged, thinking a little bit of alcohol would warm her up nicely on a cold night and put her up to the mood.
She smiled and leaned back to the heavy beat of the music.
Little did she know what she was getting into, that the night club was much more than it appeared to and that the night... oh the night was going to be anything but cold.
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Thats it for this chappie, I was going to make it a oneshot, but i'm too darn tired, a double shift at work tomorrow and a ton of studies to do.
But please review, suggest or criticise me so I know how it's doing and the quicker the next chappies on!
Viel danke, many thanks