A/N: Here is the next section of this short story. I'll be concluding it in the next installment. A reviewer asked for yuri, so I suppose I'll save that for the final installment.
Umm...what else should I say...? Oh, right! This part is very, very, very strange. If you forgot, Fang drank the cactuar juice, which gives her hallucinations. I wrote this part strange, because, well, Fang is as high as a spaceship right now. Fang is on an acid trip the likes she has never seen before. She learns a valuable lesson: Never drink the cactuar juice.
Reviews are always appreciated, I'll try to respond to all of you :D I've got plenty of other one-shots that will be sporadically released as time goes on. It'll be probably be in between chapters of my main story, Awake.
Rated T? For drug usage, and curses.
Drunken Stupor
Part Two: F'ing Cactuars
Fang's mind was gone before her body hit the floor.
Those rumors that cactuar juice can cause hallucinations. Well, they're just rumors right? Most of the time rumors don't come out to be true...right? People create rumors as jokes, don't they? Well, those people must've never tried to prove a rumor.
Fucking Cactuars.
Fang walked inside the club, not entirely sure how she got there in the first place. Wasn't she just in that house, drinking shots of cactuar juice with Vanille? Fang had a trouble piecing together the pieces. She had no remembrance of how she had gotten here, or why there was a club out in Gran Pulse in the first place.
From the outside, the place was a massive warehouse. A large, disgusting, gray, warehouse. Windows were shattered and hastily repaired with duct tape and planks of wood. The nails were so rusted that the lightest summer breeze could release the wood attached to the window. The walls of the building were old, worn down, and covered in a healthy coating of graffiti art.
Surrounding the warehouse was a vast and empty plain. Seemingly going on forever, giving Fang the idea that this warehouse was placed right in the middle of nowhere. There seemed to be no noticeable life around the warehouse. No animals or trees. Fang was the only living being outside this seemingly massive warehouse. The dimensions of the building itself was impossible to discern. It just seemed to be going on until Fang's vision blurred.
Fang had a terrible headache. When she stared at something for too long, her vision would blur, and she'd feel an intense, angry, throbbing pain in head. Her body felt mushy and weak. Fang almost couldn't summon the energy to continue. She couldn't recall getting up, leaving the house, and physically walking around until the warehouse came into view.
Vanille wasn't with her, so she must've already been inside. Some form of techno music was playing from inside. It was only a lesser, muffled sound to Fang from outside the building. Opening the double-doors, the music intensified. The loud, pumping beats and noises just made things worse. Her headache became much more painful.
The club was dark, with the exception of a series of disco balls hanging by the rafter to illuminate the place. It seemed smaller on the inside than it did on the outside. Regardless of the size, the place was packed. Fang stumbled through crowds of people she didn't recognize, going aimlessly to try and find something to tell her why she was there in the first place. Passing by person after person, Fang couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed to glance at her, as if she was out of place.
Fang closed her eyes briefly, feeling a breath of fresh air brush against her skin.
Opening her eyes, she noticed that the building had changed, slightly. Fang was in a long hallway, a few small groups of people here and there. The groups chatted to each other quite loudly, filling Fang's ears with a buzzing drone. She paid no heed to what the people were talking about, but whenever she passed by a group of people, they would immediately stop talking to glance at Fang, before returning to their original conversations. Fang didn't care so much that she was being the object of so many eyes, she kept her stride, almost eager to leave the hallway.
Through her peripheral vision, Fang thought she had seen Vanille in one of the groups. Her head snapped to the left, trying to catch a glimpse of the redhead. She saw a few people huddled around a water pipe, taking turns to breathe in the smoke. Fang chalked it up to her mind playing tricks on her, and resumed walking.
The hallway ended at a door. Through the door, a small balcony had somehow materialized into existence. Looking back, the door had vanished, replaced with the rest of the barren wall. The place was too dark to figure out the color, but that detail wasn't all too important to Fang.
The balcony allowed others to view the great dance floor below. A single, massive disco ball lit up the entire room. Small tiles each flowing a different color were randomly placed on the floor. Giant speakers blasting that same techno song were located at different parts of the dance floor, so everyone could hear the song.
All the way at the end of the room, opposite of Fang, the DJ worked on the small stage. The DJ was higher up than the others, allowing him to see all the dancers. On the far right of the room, Fang could spot a bar.
From the looks of things, it seemed that the only way to move further would be to step onto the dance floor, but there was a problem with that. Fang was located on the balcony, high above the dance floor. With no way to get down, she was certainly trapped. The height was to steep to jump, leaving that out of the question.
Tapping her fingers against the railing, Fang closed her eyes once again. It seemed, in a way, that fate was on her side. The balcony as a whole started to descend like an elevator. Fang was surprised at first, her hands immediately leaving the railing, but with everything else that's already happened, Fang just played along.
Might as well let nature take its course, yeah?
Thankfully the loud, blasting techno music was blocking out the grunting on the dance floor. Wait...Grunting?
Fang looked around. She realized, at that moment, that there wasn't any human's other than herself on the dance floor. All around her, great Behemoths standing on their hind legs were dancing to the music. They weren't just dancing, Fang could see Behemoths, male and female alike, grind and bump against each other. Others were fist pumping (Or claw pumping, really) into the air with the rhythm of the beat.
What startled her more, was that Fang actually saw a female Behemoth. She never saw a female Behemoth before, hell, she never even knew they had genders!
Thoroughly disturbed at the sight, Fang was happy that the song had finished. The dancing Behemoths had stopped, and a large screen flickered on behind the DJ. The screen showed a larger version of the DJ, which, to Fang's half-astonished face, wasn't that normal either.
A full grown, fluffy and feathery chocobo was behind the mixing table. The chocobo was sporting a pair of black shades and a black cap on its head. A microphone was attached to the mixing tables, allowing the chocobo-DJ to speak, or well, caw.
"Evening, gents!" spoke the chocobo-DJ, oddly sounding like Sazh with a more polite tone.
"I, DJ Loco Choco, would like to welcome you all to Halluci-Jen's Club and Bar! I'll be mixing some totally ill beats all night, so I better find you gents on the dance floor!"
The chocobo placed its beak to the spinning disks, starting another blasting techno song.
Fang took a step back, finding that the more she wanted to continue going, the crazier things got. She continued to move, until she fell to the ground from bumping into one of the dancing Behemoths. The giant, green-skinned Behemoth looked down on Fang's fallen body. Moving its ugly face past her area of personal space, the Behemoth sniffed at Fang. He sneered, growled, at picked up Fang by the throat, effortlessly with a single hand.
"H-hey! You wanna piece of me, huh?" Fang challenged the Behemoth, but she was still struggling in his grasp.
The beast moved in close, and sniffed Fang again, taking in her scent. The Behemoth made a mix of a growling and rumbling sound from its belly. It sounded like it was laughing.
"Hur, hur, hur. I like the feisty ones." The Behemoth spoke. It sounded more like a grunt, but Fang could strangely figure it out.
Fang continued to struggle against the beasts grasp. He laughed again, and tightened his grip around Fang's much smaller neck.
"Hur, hur, hur, hur. Still trying to fight, eh? Well I'm gonna beat ya, and then I'm gonna eat ya! How does that sound, little girly?"
Fang couldn't reply, containing what precious air she had in her lungs remaining.
"That's what I thought. Now, how about we go som-"
"Let the girl go, Behemoth!" a strangely familiar voice from an unknown located spoke out.
The Behemoth turned behind him, dragging Fang with him. His grip softened, allowing Fang enough room to breathe. Her eyes caught the one who saved her.
Hope.
Dressed in an outrageous purple fur coat, a matching purple top hat, and a black cane resting at a gloved hand, Hope stood silently before the Behemoth and Fang. A crowd of scantily clad girls were surrounding him, hanging onto his arms. The music had stopped, and everyone on the dance floor, including DJ Loco Choco, were staring at Hope, Fang, and the Behemoth.
"What if I don't let the girl go, twerp?" the Behemoth said, sending a wad of spit to the floor before Hope.
The silver-haired teen smirked. He stepped forward, shaking off the crowd of ladies hanging onto him. He slowly and carefully took off his purple fur coat. The coat, the cane, and the gloves were all taken away by one of the girls. Hope took off his top hat, and threw it aimlessly into the surrounding crowd. The cries and screams of excited girls came from the area where the hat landed.
Hope stood there, dressed somewhat out of the ordinary, (As if he wasn't out of the ordinary already) and smiled coyly at the Behemoth. He was dressed in black dress pants, and a striped shirt with a tuxedo jacket over it. Someone took a picture.
"If you don't," Hope began, rubbing his hands together rather calmly. "I'm going to put a Glock in your mouth and make a brain slushy."
The crowd erupted into a burst 'Oooooh!' and 'Aww, snap!' but Hope payed no heed. The Behemoth roared at Hope, dropping Fang altogether. The Behemoth made his away across the dance floor to stop before Hope. He towered above the silver-haired teen, but the boy wasn't scared.
"Do you want to fight me, little man?" The Behemoth asked, challenging Hope, who nodded in return.
"We're going to fight like real men!"
Hope's head snapped to DJ Loco Choco.
"With a dance contest!"
The crowd formed a circle around Hope and the Behemoth, slowly chanting along to force the Behemoth into a dance contest. He agreed, and the music started playing again.
By now, Fang was completely disturbed and confused by what was happening. She waded through the crowd of Behemoths and scantily-clad women fighting over Hope's hat. She just needed to get away from it all.
Fang's eyes caught the bar at the far side of the dance floor, and hoped that she could figure out what the hell was happening.