Chapter 3
The Party Goes On
By: O.D. Hall
Allen felt her breath on his neck as Sam rested her head on his shoulder. He felt happy knowing that she felt welcome. He smiled and they continued to move to rhythm of the slow song.
"This is great." She said with a sigh and snuggled closer to him. "I haven't gone to a party since senior prom." She giggled a bit.
The song ended and applause emitted from the crowd of dancers. Allen led Sam back to their table where he helped her into her seat and then took his own. Mr. Wayne Watson, the head…chief…..leader person of the Macrotell complex. I guess I called him the Director. Yeah, let's go with that. Anyway, he picked up the mic and walked onto the stage and a spotlight shinned on him.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said into the mic, " co-workers and friends, I'd like to take a moment to say a few words…"
The rest Allen didn't hear. He glanced around the room to see that people were still moving normally. Some were even whispering to each other, but he couldn't hear any of it. He looked back up to the stage just when, apparently, Wayne said something funny and the crowd burst into silent laughter.
"What the heck is goin on?" Allen thought to himself and looked at Sam whose attention was on Wayne. He tried to smile but it probably looked like a twisted grin than anything else. He pulled out a pen from his pocket and wrote, "Gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back." On a napkin. He tapped Sam's hand and gave her the napkin. She smiled and nodded and Allen stood up. He hurriedly rushed to the men's room and closed the door.
He quickly relieved himself and then walked over to the sink where he splashed water from it onto his face.
"Feel any better?" a cold shrill voice called from behind him.
Allen spun around. Standing there in an all black trench coat, shades, and a wide brim hat, stood a man who wore a tweaked and evil grin on his face.
"Who are you?" Allen thought he asked. HE still couldn't hear anything except for the man in front of him.
"Oh no one special," replied the man. "I just work for the Black Feather and she told me to deliver something to someone named Allen Michaels who would walk into this bathroom exactly at this time."
Allen shook his head. How could anyone know that he, Allen Michaels, was going to come into a bathroom at a specific time? He didn't really want to think about it.
The man handed Allen a black cell phone with the letters: "B.F." engraved in chrome on it. Allen opened it and nearly gasped. On the half of the phone where the numbers usually were, lay two buttons next to each other. One of which had a "Y" and the other an "N". (a/n: more on this in the next chapter.) The only other button on the phone was the receiver button so that you could answer it should it ring.
"Wait for her call tomorrow Mr. Michaels." The man said finally and chuckled a bit. He coughed and the walked toward Allen.
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Allen woke up leaning over the sink. He shook his head violently and gasped for air.
"What the hell was that about?" he spat bitterly.
It was much unlike him to use such "colorful metaphors" since it didn't make him look very intelligent. Quite the contrary.
He could hear old Wayne talking from inside the men's room and he sighed in relief that he could actually hear again. He left the men's room and sat back down next to Sam who smiled at his return.
"Did I miss anything? He asked her
She shook her head. "Then again," she replied, "nobody's really paying attention to him."
Allen smiled and forced back a laugh so that it sounded like a choked cough.
"Again I want to thank you all for coming out tonight," Wayne continued, " and now I think I'll get off the stage so don't have to listen to this old duff all night." Laughter echoed across the room. "Happy 4th everybody!" he cried with excitement and handed the mic to the operator on the side of the stage.
The band came back on the stage and began to play again. Allen smiled and stood up in front of Sam. He bowed and then offered his hand to her.
"Milady," he said in an overdramatic English accent, "might I have this dance with thou?" he smiled.
She giggled and accepted his hand. "I wilst accept thy offer and dance with thee." She said back in the same overdone accent.
It was 1:30 am when Allen helped Sam into his car and got into the driver's seat. He put the key into the little hole thingy and gave it a turn. (a/n: wow…..little hole thingy…..very descriptive huh?) The familiar rumble of the V8 engine roared from Allen's engine.
Sam giggled a little. "That was a lot of fun." She said with the distinctive smell of alcohol on her breath. She was only a lot more than tipsy. Allen on the other hand, hadn't bought a single alcoholic beverage for himself because he figured Sam would, and he was of course correct.
"C'mon miss." He said grinning. She was actually quite funny to say the least, "let's get you home."
He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. He was about four blocks away from Sam's street when the flash of blue and red lights caught his eye. Ahead of him, several cop cars had gathered around and were putting up blockade signs. Apparently, after talking with one of the officers, there had been a freak accident and the whole road system in the area was closed because of it.
Frustrated, Allen made a quick decision. He did a u-turn and headed off in the opposite direction. He drove in silence sitting next to Sam who would occasionally giggle and say how sexy Allen looked in the dark.
He pulled into a parking lot moments later and helped Sam out of the car. She stumbled into his arms and he caught her and prevented her from falling. She looked over to the building and made a goofy frowning face.
"Wait a moment," she said staggering in Allen's arms, "This isn't my house." She pointed to the apartment complex and giggled.
"I know," Allen replied, "This is where I live. The roads to your house are all blocked off. You don't mind do you?" he asked forgetting that she was mind-boggling drunk.
She shook her head, "Oh of course not Ally." She said in a weird voice that made it sound like she was his mother. "I was simply curios where we were." She giggled again as if someone had told her a very funny joke.
"Whoa," Allen thought, "She's really really drunk."
Allen helped Sam up the stairs and into the elevator of the apartment. He opened the door to his apartment room and helped her inside.
"You'll sleep in my bed tonight." Allen told her. "I'll sleep on the couch."
Sam giggled again. "I wouldn't mind sleeping with you Ally." She cooed. "We could have some fun y'know?"
Then she collapsed into Allen's arms and fell asleep. He half-dragged her into his bedroom and laid her on the bed. He took off her high heels and gazed at her. Her silk dress made out every curve in her slim body and her hair had fallen out and now lay sprawled out over her shoulders. She was very beautiful. Allen sighed and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.
"Perhaps another time," he said pulling the comforter over her, "I'll take you up on that offer. But only when you're sober." He smiled and chuckled a bit. He walked to the doorway and turned out the light. He made sure not to close the door loudly yet it creaked with every inch he moved it.
"Oh well," he thought, "so much for being quiet."
He dropped the high-heels next to his shoes and plopped onto his love seat.
Suddenly, a ringing sound echoed from Allen's pant's pocket. He reached into his pocket and retrieved to mysterious black cell phone, which was now ringing like one of those old phones that they used in the 50s. He flipped up the phone and pushed the receiver button on it and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" he said, quite certain of who was on the other end.
"That was a decent thing you just did Allen." The voice replied. "Most men would have taken advantage of such a young beautiful girl. I'm starting to like you."
Allen's jaw dropped. "So what?" he said, "Now you're spying on me?" That was far beyond what Allen was willing to deal with.
"Oh no no no." The Black Feather replied. "I have this phone rigged with an audio transmitter so that I can hear anything that goes on in a 5-foot radius. It's just so that other people don't pick the phone and ask you questions. I merely overheard what happened."
This calmed Allen down a bit. It was still so confusing. Why did she want to help him out so badly? "So why the call then Ms. Feather?" he asked sarcastically.
"Well," she replied not even reacting to his sarcasm, "now that I got your info to the police, I called to see if you had any questions."
Allen thought briefly about it then quickly began to ask away. He asked about the day they first met in the alley and the temporary loss of hearing thing, but most importantly, the man dressed in black.
"Well," she began, "as I mentioned once before, we did not meet in real life until you picked me up at the Roses Café. What you saw in the alley and on the drive to that apartment was all a dream just to let you know I was for real." She paused to gather her thoughts. "The hearing thing was… an attention getter. I was quite certain that you would go somewhere alone to figure out what was wrong so I sent my employee, the man dressed in black, to meet you and give you the phone. He's just an employee of mine, not to mention a good friend. Did you like him?"
"Like him is such a strong phrase." Allen replied. "He was creepy."
"Ah well such a disposition is the way he likes it. He likes to be feared." She yawned, "oh by the way," she continued, "it seems the killer of your father was a serial killer with a 10,000 dollar reward for his capture. When they catch him, all of the information will be put in your name so you will get the money, but you will wire that to me so that I can pay my expenses and employees."
Allen frowned, "And if I don't and keep it for myself?" he asked with a grin.
"You will wire me that money or you won't have anything to call your own. Got it?"
Allen nodded. "Got it." He said nearly choking on as intangible lump on nothing.
"Well," she said, "I'll call you again later so listen up for me. Ciao."
She hung up and the phone went dead. No dial tone or anything, it just shut itself off. Slowly, Allen put the cell phone down on the coffee table and laid back on the love seat. He quickly let sleep carry him away.
Sam woke up at 10:30am when she heard the siren of police cars rolling down the street. She shot up and cast her eyes around. This wasn't her bedroom. Where was she? She looked down at herself to find that she was still wearing the silk dress from the party the night before.
She rose from the bed and moved to the bedroom door. She inched it open and saw a man with his back to her working in the kitchen. He wore no shirt and had on a pair of black slacks.
"Allen?" Sam called with a hoarse tone that took her by surprise. The man turned around and she saw that it was Allen.
"Oh you're up." He said and quickly moved to the table and slid a white t-shirt over his head. "I didn't think you would wake up until later. You were really bad last night."
Sam stood there shocked. What had she done last night? After getting into Allen's car, her mind had gone blank… She motioned to the space between her inner thighs.
"We didn't do anything else last night did we?" She asked her hands trembling.
Allen shook his head. "Oh no, I wouldn't have allowed that. You did try to persuade me to do otherwise but then you fell asleep."
Sam let out a sigh of relief. It wouldn't have been the first time she had done something stupid like that. She smirked a little remembering that night. Then, she retained her composure when she saw that Allen was looking at her.
"Do you feel okay?" Allen asked her.
She shook her head which was throbbing, wanting to explode. "No I got a huge headache."
Allen handed her two little white and red capsules. "Here," he said, "take some Tylenol©." He handed her a glass of water.
Sam forced a weak smile and accepted the pills. She popped them into her mouth and drained the glass of water of its contents. "Thanks." She mumbled. "I was really drunk last night wasn't I?"
Allen nodded. "Yeah and if you don't mind me saying, I would suggest going easy on the booze next time." He smiled, "Do you want me to drive you home now?"
Sam smiled and nodded, "Yes please," she said, "and thanks for everything. I think all I have to worry about is this hangover. I feel in my right mind otherwise."
Allen chuckled a bit, and handed Sam her high-heels. Allen moved to the door, but before he reached the doorknob, Sam grabbed his arm.
"Speaking of which…" she said and she kissed him deeply on the lips…
A/N: There you have it! Chapter 3 is finished! I have really noooo clue what I'm going to do for the next chapter so if you all could….I dunno….give me some ideas that would be great and then we could all enjoy this knowing that it's a piece of every readers idea. Send me your reviews. I would like to take this valuable space here to thank sn0zb0z who has faithfully read both chapters and reviewed to both and like I replied sn0z, I forgot at first that I could simply add chapters instead of making a completely new story. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to fix it. HOPE YOU ENJOYED CHAPTER 3!
Sincerely,
- O.D. Hall