Chapter two.
The music was blasting when we entered the club, the bouncer took in our costumes, smiling a larger smile than a man in his position should have but stamps our hand with the pink heart anyways. I shivered as I felt his eyes linger on me, his head turning to watch us enter the building before he was back helping the next in line. I was already wanting to leave. Though that option seemed little to none as Chrissy had an iron grip on my arm, like the blonde knew I wanted to bolt. I mean it wasn't too hard to guess, it was all over my face.
Still I decided to push aside my fear and try to enjoy this night as well as I could, being a full time college student and a super left little time to do anything fun. My eyes fell on the crowd, the large group of people dancing on the floor. All sorts of creatures littered the flashing tiles, fairy's, goblins, vampires, werewolves and playboy bunnies were a few of the people I could see. The female costumes were overly sexualized as they shamelessly ground their asses into their partners. It filled me with a little pride to see a few same sex couples dancing as well, the toned muscles put on display were mouth watering and more than a little erotic to watch.
Though she still felt out of place Violet allowed herself to be led out onto the dance floor, a smile on her face as she watched her best friend dance to the beat. Within a few moments she too found herself moving, her body swaying to the beat and more so as Chrissy sent her an encouraging cheer, sliding closer so their bodies were touching. Violet allowed herself to be moved, trusting in Chrissy's years of practise at seduction. Somewhere in the middle of the song two males parted through the crowd, shimmying into the dance, bodies touching the girls. Violet felt a little weird, wanting to step back but looking at Chrissy's smile she forced herself to stay put.
A little voice in her head blames her training, always needing to stay alert for danger and the other part was still hidden, still an unanswered question -but despite the need to move away violet let herself moved against the male beside her. For a while violet thought she might be gay, as most men hadn't ignited the fire between her legs, but as the years went on it seemed nothing seemed too. While playing with Chrissy was fun and they had had a few special nights together which Violet would always look back on fondly it seemed the only time she was ever turned on was when she was punching some poor suckers face in. The heat of the battle, the rush of adrenalin and the pounding of her heart thrilled her to no end and left every other part of her life feeling not quite… comparable.
Maybe this was Dashes problem. Maybe this was why the speedster seemed to jump into new relationships as fast as he did into fights. Suddenly violet looked at her brother in a new light and couldn't help the twinge of guilt that hit her if her suspicions were true. I mean look at her parents, both of them were supers, living stable lives, doing day to day jobs, they seemed happy... but, she would never forget the day on Syndrome's island when the hover jets exploded and the fire lit in both their eyes. I'm sure if the kids weren't there they would have taken each other then and there. A gross thing to think about as they were her parents but the truth was undeniable… even dash saw it.
Dash.
Mr. Immature himself. Thinking of Dash had her thinking about him enlisting for work tonight and the worry from before came back.
"Violet, where are you going?" Chrissy whines as she steps back from the group.
"I just have to make a call, I'll be right back." She calls, watching as Chrissy pulls the other male towards her, grinding with both men now who were grinning ear to ear. Violet made a mental note to shut that down faster than they could say 'cock-blocked' but would wait until her phone call was over.
Violet had no problem with Chrissy having sexual partners but she wanted it to be sincere not high on alcohol. Dash had a few incidents he'd rather forget and violet would rather avoid that with Chrissy if possible.
Buddy walked into the club, looking at the stupid pink heart on his hand with a frown and stopped in the doorway, watching a few girls walk around him with annoyance. They giggled a few times, checking him out before linking arm in arm and walking towards the dance floor. Buddy wasn't stupid, he knew he was a good looking male. It was a little ironic actually. When he was little he idolized Mr. incredible, working out and eating like his hero every day and had come up with a very complex work out regime. Even after his dreams were smashed he kept it up, turning his anger into his workouts and his pain into his drawing board and over the last twenty years he'd created a body he was damn proud of.
Taking a mental note of the dance floor the Ex-villain made his way to the bar, sliding into the stool and ordering the least stupidly named drink he could find on the board, which happened to be Sex on the dance floor and took a sip of the orange drink. He knew some men might laugh at him but he was never one for beers or heavy alcohol, another 'no-no' learned from his idol and only had light drinks when he needed too. Buddy looked across the bar, putting one leg up on the stool as he watched the free shows, smiling a bit more as he took in the ample amount of skin put on display and found one woman in particular caught his eye. Not because of her outfit, the low cut V neck and mini skirt was quite a show but the look on her face, unlike the others she seemed to be worried, like a fish out of water as she swerved around a couple and passed the bar as she made her way to the back. Buddy took in her body and couldn't help but mentally whistle, she was quite a stunner that one but had little time to do anything else as a hand landed on his shoulder.
Buddy turned, taking in a man in a purple suit, the crisp lines and fedora hat made him look like a gangster right out of a 1980's movie. Though most would be intimidated Buddy wasn't, having watched the toughest of the toughest fall to his machines made most things pale in comparison.
"Buddy," The male says, taking the unlit cigar out of his mouth and extends the other.
"Mr. Collins," Buddies says, gripping his hand firmly after he sets down his drink "It's nice to meet you face to face."
"Like wise," The male says "Why don't we head upstairs to the booths, it's more quiet."
Buddy stood, picking up his drink once more before following the male up the rounded stairs and into the second story of the building. The music was turned down and marked off with a red rope. The circle booth and round table sat on the corner, overlooking the dance floor below. The body guard followed us from upstairs, standing by the rope, far enough away but close enough to step in if needed. I sat on the plush red seats and crossed one leg across my knee and looked at him, a skinny woman in a revealing dress on his lap.
"Now, down to business," He starts and I raise my hand, stopping him before he went on. His eye brow rose in suspicion and I internally groaned as this was a great way to start a project.
"Mr. Smith before we start I am required by law to remind you that you are about to proceed in a potential agreement with the notorious ex-villain Syndrome aka Buddy Barns. Who is responsible for the death of 45 heroes and one hundred and seven human casualties." Buddy internally rolled his eyes at the standard speech he was forced to say in every business proposal. "There are people who do not like me, and I must remind you, while I am trying to make myself a legitimate man that this could potentially harm your business.
"True, very true." Mr. Smith nods "But you are also the guy that created the most well-developed, international regime against all superheroes. And a mass and oppressive empire over 20 years that would make most successful businesses pale in comparison." Buddy couldn't help but smile "and if you could do all of that 10 years ago, I can only imagine what you're capable of now."
Buddy grins, finally happy to find someone who wasn't an idiot. With his ego sufficiently caressed buddy leans forwards with a confident smile.
"Okay, so here's what I had in mind..."
Violet couldn't explain the uneasiness in her heart, phone to her ear as she called her brother. One hand over her other ear as she tried to find the quietest place to make the call, thankfully Dash answered after the third ring.
"Hey Vi, what's up."
"I was about to ask you the same thing" she says questionably "since when do you ever sign up on a holiday?"
I don't know" Dash sighs "I guess I was just feeling a little restless tonight."
"No problems at home?"
"None that I can think of." he yawns "I mean Jack's being a pain in the ass but that's nothing new." Vi snorted once, somethings never change
"You mean little brothers are a pain in the ass?" Violet chuckles, she could practically hear Dash roll his eyes "Who knew?"
"Ha-ha, very funny," Dash chuckles, quietly adjusting his seating "So what are you up to tonight?"
"Dying," violet groans as Dash chuckles once more
"Christina?"
"Christina." Violet confirms "She brought me to a stupid night club."
"Wow, you in a night club? And I thought I'd seen it all." Dash muses.
If he were here Violet would have punched him. Thankfully he wasn't and she let her anger slide.
"Are Sophia and J-J all over each other?"
"What do you think?" dash muses "Oh look," he says, most likely looking at whatever he was talking about "A criminal is trying to break into a store." Violet snorts "No seriously Vi, I am literally standing above this dumb ass while he's picking the lock."
"Well then you should go get him," She chuckles, watching a couple go by "Make sure to call me when you get home, we should hang out soon."
"Yeah yeah," Dash chuckles, saying it just like he had when they were in the cave, his voice high and obnoxious "I will."
Violet rolls her eyes but smiles, placing her phone back in her little clutch and turned, her eyes catching the mirror once more and found her eyes slowly looking at her frame. Watching the curves of her body and forced herself once more to say her motto.
'What would Honey do?'
And found herself turning to head back to Chrissy, head held high and dead set on breaking up the males before they got any bright ideas. This would be fun.
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