Chapter 10 people! Woop woop!
Oh my Arceus, guys. I got to school and sat down in the hallway like usual and would you know it, all the lights went out! Yaaaaay! So, I'm home today trying to put out a chappy before my power shuts down.
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I was actually going to link this chapter and the last together, but I was already a day late with the last one and I didn't want to make you guys wait another day, so here this one is. It's pretty short, so you can just count it as an extension of the last one.
This one is... A little more on the T side of the rating, fair warning. It's not really graphic at all, but... Just a fair warning. Here it is, folks: The chapter of the nightowls! Or should I say Noctowls? ;D
Chapter 10: Chinch-U
The sun was entirely gone and the moon had come out, thus beginning the time of the nightowls dressed in feathers, fur, and silk, making their way down the lamp-lit streets and flocking to the nearest booze serving establishments.
Among them was a couple that seemed to blend in and stick out at the same time. They looked ravishing even in the darkness, lighting the streets with their smiles. Their names were May and Steven.
"So, I have a question," giggled May.
"I might have an answer," replied Steven.
May's arm was hooked in Steven's, but she was also leaning on him for support since she wasn't quite used to wearing heels. "Why do I have to wear a dress and you get to go all casual?"
"It's a Chinch-U thing. I know, it's really sexist, but that's just how they do it."
"What bastards," she giggled.
They passed by the Pizza Jim's on their way and Steven slipped an unmarked package filled with cash into the mail slot. May didn't really notice, or if she did she didn't say anything about it.
The two arrived at the end of the long line. Steven grabbed his wallet from the inside of his pocket and pulled his ID out.
"Wait, Steven. Is this a twenty-one and over club?" May's heart caught in her chest with panic.
"Don't worry about it," Steven said, fishing the contents of the earlier package out of his other pocket and handing it to May. It was a fake ID.
"How did you...?"
"I know a guy. Really top of the line fakes." He shrugged.
She clenched her jaw. "Are you sure this is okay? I mean, it's really illegal!" she whispered frantically.
"Maybird, a lot of the people in here are underage and the door people don't really look at things all that carefully. Besides, I've been going here since I was fifteen and I've never once gotten caught."
"O-okay..." She clutched it tightly.
Steven gave her arm a squeeze for comfort. "Just relax and pretend you know exactly what you're doing. They won't suspect a thing."
They reached the entrance and, just as Steven said, the large man at the door barely glanced at the ID.
The inside was huge and dark besides the hot pink neon bar and the flashing lights being projected from the ceiling. Steven glanced over at May's hanging mouth and smiled. "Where do you want to go first?"
She grinned wide. "Bar."
"It's not as crowded as usual since it's a Monday," Steven said over the loud music, sitting on a barstool, "but this place always has people in it. It has a floor show every night at eleven on weekdays, twelve on weekends."
"Oh, really?" May said equally loudly. "That sounds cool, we should watch. What time is it?"
He looked at his watch. "About ten 'til. It's not very good, but they try-OH DEAR ARCEUS."
May jumped. "What? What?"
"BRENDAN. WE FORGOT ABOUT BRENDAN."
"OH SHIT!" May cursed.
"Well, I guess it's too late, now. I hope he made it home safely." Despite Steven's earlier anger toward the boy, he'd actually become sort of fond of him in a hateful sort of way. Kind of like Selenium.
"Me too..." said May worriedly.
The ten minutes rolled by quickly, and the two heard, "Are you ready?" yelled into the microphone by a woman onstage.
"Yeaaah!" the dancers yelled back.
"Let's get it!"
Music began to play and scantily-clad women stepped out from behind the curtains, swinging their hips to the beat. "They only have female strippers," Steven said to May.
"This club is so sexist!" she laughed.
Their pole dancers were nothing more than ordinary. Basically all they did was twerk and their poles couldn't have been taller than eight feet. The floor ladies weren't that good either. Steven recognized a few of them from his school.
"I didn't realize this was amateur hour," Steven whispered to May who was swinging back and forth on her spinning bar stool.
She giggled. "I think they're pretty good."
"Most definitely not. Someday you should go to Dustoxic. Now that's a show."
"Maybe we can go next weekend," she offered.
"Haha, no. You should probably wait until you're actually twenty-one for that one."
"Psh," she brushed off. "I'm not scared of them."
"It's not a matter of being scared, Maybird," he warned casually and took another long swig of his beer.
"What's it like then?"
He finished the beer. "Most everyone's on drugs, people literally having sex in the middle of the floor, fire breathers, both male and female strippers... I could go on."
She laughed much too loudly. Steven wondered how many shots she'd taken.
"Can you dance?" she asked suddenly.
Steven thought on this for a few moments, eventually shaking his head. "I can waltz, but I can't dance to anything like this," he pointed upwards, referring to the fast pop and techno.
"You hesitated, so you're lying!" she accused and took his arm. He threw back a quick shot and put the glass back on the table before being completely dragged way.
He was pulled in the middle of the fray. "I'm not just going to go to a club and not dance!" May yelled over the much louder music and started to dance.
In an effort to save his voice, Steven just nodded and just sort of swayed.
"Come on, Steven! Just do what everyone else is doing!"
Steven sighed. "Give me a minute," he told her and rushed to the bar, ordering three shots and drinking each one, one after the other.
He shook himself, slapped himself, and went to join May.
He started full-on dancing with her. "Where did you learn how to dance like that?" May asked, actually shocked.
He laughed. "I told you I've been coming here since I was fifteen! I could ask you the same!"
"Harvest hoedowns!" May said and the two laughed and laughed.
They danced like that until the wee hours of the morning, falling down on each other and snorting because they were laughing so hard.
They merrily stumbled home at around four in the morning, singing loudly.
"Where the fuck is my room?" May slurred as they stepped into the mansion and they both about burst with laughter.
Steven could barely remember himself, so they just stumbled around in the dark for awhile until they finally found it.
Once inside, May pulled Steven onto her bed and into a tight kiss. Steven had wanted to kiss her for years but... something was wrong about it.
One of her hands was clutching his hair, the other at the hem of his boxers. He pulled away. "May, no," he protested.
"Oh, come on, Steven..." she whined and kissed him again.
"No, May, it's not right." He detached himself from her again. His mind was racing and almost every part of his being was screaming yes, but Steven couldn't bring himself to go any further. He took her shoulders lightly and looked in her huge, beautiful eyes. "May. You are drunk. You need to go to sleep. Okay?"
"But-"
"No buts." Steven opened the neatly folded covers and, for the second night in a row, picked May up and tucked her underneath them. "Now you go straight to sleep. You only have like... four hours until classes start, and you're gonna need your rest."
She sighed sadly and nodded.
"It's all going to be okay, alright?" Steven comforted her. He kissed her on the forehead and went to go nap himself before the grueling torture of college began.