Unapologetically Gay
3C walked for thirty minutes until her feet were screaming and her initial rush of excitement was draining fast. "Did the woman just wander streets with her saxophone every night?' Alice wondered.
She pulled up short as 3C walked into a small club called Moonlight's Muse.
'Finally!' she thought and ran her fingers through her hair. Now all she had to do was slip inside, find a dark corner and see what happened next.
The place was dark and smokey.
'Like an opening to a poem,' she chuckled to herself. 'More like..atmospheric.' It was dimly lit, with cool pale-blue and red lights illuminating a small stage. There were polished, round wooden tables spaced about, and although most of them were preoccupied, the noise level was hushed and low. It was the kind of clubs you'd see in the movie, she decided. With Patrons loitering on stools protecting their drinks with hunched backs, and women perched on the edge of tables with silver smoking rings...in other words, she thought it was perfect.
Hoping to go unnoticed, she walked along the shadows and found an open table in the back. Eagerly she sat down and crossed her legs, waiting to see her mysterious neighbor emerge through the smokey haze and darkly lit lights.
3C mostly wore black.
Smooth skinny-leg cut black dress pants with black socks and shiny black oxfords.
Alices eyes were briefly transfixed on the stranger's hand that came to rest on 3C's shoulder, before taking in her crisp white collar and the lean muscles that seemed to make the black sweater strain against it.
She pulled her hair into a messy man-bun style, and upon closer inspection, Alice realized that 3C had shaven the sides of her head; giving her an edgy look.
The woman 3C was speaking with was absolutely gorgeous. Alice's eyes were pleased with the soft, ivory jumpsuit that invited viewers to ogle at the plunging V neck cut. It showed off the woman's breasts quite eloquently, the soft swells giving hint to the woman's generous bosom. The woman's hair was impossibly straight, jet black and cut into a sharp bob.
She had to be 5'11 or nearly 6 ft tall, Alice mused, and when she threw back her head and laughed, the rich sound filled the room.
For the first time, Alice saw 3C smile. Not just smile she thought, transfixed by the transformation of that serious but beautiful face. It was a panties dropping kind of smile, the power behind it much to wild to be called a smile. It was full of affection, fun, predatory with a touch of sly humor.
Sighing dreamily, Alice rested her chin on her hands and felt her body light up with delicious tingles in response.
She imagined that the two must be lovers. It made sense 3C would have to have a curvaceous, caramel-skinned, Amazonian lover. In fact, she was certain of it when the woman grabbed 3C's face and kissed her lovingly.
'Of course, a woman like her would have a lady friend to meet in such a smokey and sad bar,' Alice thought to herself. Finding it all wonderfully romantic, she sighed again.
Onstage, Leah gave Bella's cheeks an affectionate nuzzle. "So now you have a bug-a-boo stalking you, Beau ?"
"Shes bloody mad."
"You want me to bounce her out?"
"Nah." Bella could feel those big green eyes on her. "Shes relatively harmless mate."
Leah's tawny eyes glittered with amusement. "Then I'll just go check her out. If this chic's buggin' my Beau, I gotta see what shes made of, right, Sugar Lips?" The skinny, red-headed albino man at the piano looked up and smiled crookedly at her, as his fingers continued to drift along the keys. "Just Don't hurt her Le, she's a tiny thing. Are You ready Bells?" He asked Bella.
She shook her head. "Start without me, I'll catch up."
As Leah glided off stage, Eddies long, pale fingers began to make magic. Bella let his notes swirl into her, closing her eyes she let the music consume her. It took her away. Cleared everything and left only the pleasure of making music inside her soul.
She'd once told Leah it was like sex. It dragged things outta you, put something back. Then it was over, way too soon.
In the back, Alice drifted into the notes, those low, liquid, bluesy notes that rose up with sudden bursts of energy back down to almost weeping sob-like sounds. "It's different watching her play in front of me," she murmured into the cusp of her hand. Watching her, there was more power, more heartbreak, more of that subtle, sexual pull.
It was music to cry to. To make passionate, wild sex to. To dream on.
Alice was drifting to deeply to notice Leah's looming figure closing in on her.
{CLIFFHANGER!
...SIKE. Haha }
"You drinking or just taking up space?"
Distracted Alic glanced up, and smile dazedly. "It's wonderful. The music I mean. It makes my heart hurt." Leah raised an eyebrow. The kid had a pretty face, she mused. Didn't look like a lunatic with that button nose and long lashes. " It's whiskey music," she murmured. "I'll have a whiskey."
Leah didn't move, but her eyebrows arched higher. "You don't look old enough to be ordering, Lilbit."
Alice didn't bother sighing. It was an opinion she often got anyway. Silently she pulled out her ID and handed it to her. Leah took it and studied it for a moment. "Alright, Alice Higurashi Cullen, I'll get your whiskey."
"Thanks." Content, Alice rested her chin on her ists again and just listened.
