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"So, are you gonna let me in or do I have to huff and puff?" She asked winking. Sighing, the pretty boy looked from side to side.
"Give me your arm." Ksenia obeyed and stuck her arm out, wrist up. "You gonna cuff me?", she asked smiling. "No." He said, straight faced, as he stamped her wrist with a tan flesh toned, sideways, figure eight. Genesis. "Entries around back he said, sticking his hands back in his pockets, an impassive glare taking his face back over.
"Thanks." She said, switching away."
Walking around the side of the theatre she couldn't help but wonder about the Genesis symbol that was dissolving itself underneath the skin of her wrist. The tags were different each time of course, but the Genesis sign? To her it seemed too official. This was definitely not a tagger trait.
Brushing it off, she looked for the entrance.
"Now if I were a hidden door, where would I be?", she asked herself, flipping through her eye screen's vision choice selection display. Choosing a combination of thermo and night vision, she stepped back from the wall and looked along its length for a hidden tag or flash of body heat.
"C'mon." She said, squinting and tugging at her lip with her teeth.
Towards the far end of the wall she saw a faint glow of red; the closer she went the stronger it glowed. "A body sensor?" She questioned.
Blinking the thermal night vision away she brushed her fingertips against the brick's surface. Nothing. Slowly she stuck her hand through, and turned her wrist upwards.
A humming sounded and then, with a faint click the section of the building in front of her dissipated, revealing a dim lit stairwell.
Stepping through the opening she started down the steps, ignoring the wall recomposing itself behind her.
Almost immediately she heard the thrumming beat of Gala. The further she went down the louder music grew, until eventually the stairway broke off into a dark hallway. She smiled as she caught a whiff of the traces of sweet smoke that stuck to the hall.
The further she advanced the smokes smell thickened until it hung like a heavy curtain, through which she saw the dancing of strobe lights and masses of colorful half naked bodies pressed against one another dancing. The basement of the old theatre was full of taggers, druggies, rainbow heads, and corners littered with half naked boys and girls all attached at the lips, fingers, arms, and legs.
She smiled taking in the smell of the sweet smoke that filled the air and the stink of spirits that clung to the breath of the theatres solicitors.
Filled with the excitement of the party she almost forgot what she had come for, her surprise.