Joe's Gone Wild turned out to be a gothic-styled dance club, not really
Psymon's style at all. He stood there looking at the neon sign over the
door, debating if he should go in, when he heard someone calling his name.
He turned to see Marisol and Seeiah walking up and groaned softly. Before
he could stop them, they each took and arm and began dragging him into the
club. He just sighed and let them guide him to the table where the others
were, figuring it would be better than causing a scene. He plunked down in
a seat, trying to be as far away from the rest of them as possible and
still be at their table.
"We saw him outside and figured he was gonna try and leave," Marisol said, laughing. Psymon just glared at her.
"I wasn't going to leave, I was going to come in here and strangle the DJ," the Canadian answered curtly. "The music sucks."
"It does not. It's great music," Marisol answered. "You can definately dance to it. Come dance with me, Psymon."
"I'm not dancing," Psymon snarled.
"Oh, come on, it'll be fun," Marisol replied, getting up and tugging on Psymon's arm. He pulled away and sneered.
"I said no. I just want to sit here, drink and smoke. You want to dance, take JP," Psymon said harshly. Marisol just frowned.
"Leave the man alone, toots," Luther answered before Marisol could say anything. Psymon just nodded to him.
"On that note, let's get the waitress over here, I need a drink," Moby interjected and waved wildly to one of the waitresses.
Psymon shifted in his chair to look at the dance floor and lit a cigarette. He could see Zoe out the corner of his eye bopping to the music. Feeling a tap on his shoulder he looked back at Seeiah, who was motioning to the waitress standing there expectantly.
"What can I get for you?" the waitress asked.
"You can start by giving me a hard-on, then maybe a blowjob, followed by an orgasm," Psymon replied, grinning. Elise promptly smacked him on the shoulder. "Ow! What? They're drinks."
"Why does everything have to have double meanings with you?" Elise asked, frowning.
"I don't know. Why do you always have a bug up your ass?" Psymon asked back, then looked at the waitress. "Just get me a flaming Jesus to start with and we'll go from there."
The waitress just nodded and turned to get the rest of the orders while Psymon turned his attention back to the dance floor, mostly watching Zoe from the corner of his eye. He couldn't get over how great she looked in this light, then quickly shifted his gaze to the dance floor. He didn't want to think he actually found her attractive. Besides, she liked Moby anyway. Suddenly, someone snatched his cigarette from him. He growled and turned around to see Marisol putting it out.
"What the hell is your problem?" Psymon said, raising his voice.
"You can ruin your lungs all you want, but you are not going to ruin mine," Marisol answered simply. Psymon stood up and began reaching for her, but Brodi caught his hand.
"Whoa there, friend. It's not worth it," the spiritual boarder said, then looked at Marisol. "Let him smoke. In this place, it could be anyone's cigarette smoke you're inhaling."
Psymon just sneered and sat down, lighting another cigarette. He took a slow drag, then blew the smoke at Marisol, who just coughed and waved it away. He looked back at the dance floor, watching the lights more than the dancers. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zoe look at him and smile. He turned to look back at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes?" Psymon asked her. Zoe pulled out a pack of Winstons and held out her hand.
"Let me borrow your lighter. Mine's out of fluid," the punky boarder answered. Psymon dug his lighter out and handed it over. Moby took it from her before she could light her cigarette. Zoe glared at him. "Hey!"
"I thought you were giving those up," Moby said, handing Psymon's lighter back.
"Hey, I don't bitch about you watching porn, don't bitch about my smoking," Zoe snapped, grabbing the lighter from Psymon's hand. Psymon just grinned. Before Moby could reply, the waitress had come back and was setting drinks on the table. Zoe looked at the drink the waitress set before Psymon. "What the hell is that?"
"Flaming Jesus," Psymon replied, then took his lighter back from her and lit the drink. "Best served hot."
"You're not really going to drink that, are you?" Zoe asked, taking the lighter back and lighting her cigarette finally.
"No worries," Moby said. "You blow it out before drinking it, right, Psymon?"
"Nope," Psymon answered simply and downed it, flames and all. The other boarders stared at him. "What?"
"Geez, Psymon, can you be anymore psychotic?" Elise asked, frowning.
"Only if you can be more of a snob," Psymon snapped. He looked up at the waitress. "Get me a Molson." The waitress just looked at him. "Damn, just get me whatever passes for beer in this place. No, nevermind. Bring me some whisky."
"Want to make it a double?" the waitress asked.
"No, bring me the bottle. Crown Royal if you got it," Psymon said. The waitress just nodded and walked off. Psymon settled back in his chair, watching the lights flicker across the dance floor again. He ignored the other boarders' conversations, prefering to listen to what the club considered music. The waitress returned and set a bottle and glass down in front of Psymon, then left as he poured his own drink. He took a swallow and caught Zoe watching him. "Now what?"
"Why are you so crabby tonight?" Zoe asked him.
"I don't do well in social situations," Psymon answered, shrugging. Elise scoffed at that.
"Well, there's a surprise, eh?" she said, smirking. "So, 'Sketchy', how long has it been since you were in public?"
"Years," Psymon replied, glaring at her. "And don't call me that."
"Oh, the maniac has a weakness, does he?" Elise laughed. Psymon tossed his drink on her. "Dammit, Psy, what the hell is your damage?"
"About 7,200 volts. What's yours?" Psymon snarled. "I swear, you have been on my ass since I joined up."
"Maybe my problem is having a lunatic traveling around with us," Elise shouted. Brodi touched her arm gently.
"Children, don't make me put you both in quiet time. Leave him alone, Elise, and Psy, stop throwing drinks on people," the surfer said calmly. Psymon glared at Elise, then filled his glass back up and looked back at the dance floor. He knew joining them here was a stupid idea. He hated large crowds and having to deal with people. Sure, snowboarding, snowmobile racing, and all that for a crowd was easy, he didn't have to know any of them afterwards. He hadn't liked social situations since the accident. His friends had been the ones to dare him to jump that gap, but they hadn't bothered to show up at the hospital or talk to him after he had plunged down that cliff and taken out those power lines. They hadn't been there when his family had him commited for his erratic behavior. Come to think of it, his family hadn't really come to visit him much either. After pretending to be "normal" and finally being let out of the institution, Psymon had decided he didn't like people much and had done well to avoid them. Now he figured he should at least join the other boarders on a night out, at least to prove he wasn't completely anti-social. Besides, Zoe was here and looking cute, so it was worth the insults he was getting. Well, almost worth it.
Psymon's thoughts were interrupted by something heavy being suddenly dropped in his lap. Opening his eyes, he saw it was just Marisol, now comfortably sitting on him. He moved, trying to stand up to dump her on her ass, but she was holding onto the back of the chair. Psymon glared and her and tried to push her off.
"Get off me," Psymon yelled, then finally gave up and looked at her. "What?"
"I want to dance, and whether you like it or not, you're dancing with me," the latin woman answered."
"The hell I am," the Canadian sneered.
"Fine, then I'll just sit here," Marisol answered. Psymon grappled with her a bit more, but still couldn't get her to get off his lap.
"Fine, I'll dance," he sighed, and finished his drink. "Now, get off me."
Marisol hopped up, waiting on Psymon to stand up. He got up and followed her, catching Zoe's look out the corner of his eye. He thought she had looked disappointed, but it could've just been the lighting. His attention focused back on Marisol as she put her arms around his waist and got close. She began to move against him to the music. Psymon had absolutely no idea what to do. He wasn't really into the style of music playing and didn't have the fainest idea how to dance to it.
"What's wrong, Psy?" Marisol asked.
"I, uh, don't really know how to dance," he answered.
"Nonsense, I've seen you dance before," she replied.
"Yeah, but not to this music," Psymon snapped. "It sucks. Look, I'm gonna go sit back down."
"Oh, no you don't, Mr. Sourpuss. I'll show you what to do. You're going to have a good time if it kills you," Marisol said quickly, keeping Psymon from walking away. She put her hands on his hips and began making him move in time to the music. Psymon felt very uncomfortable, but decided to just go with it. It was better than fighting with her. Marisol got close again and took his hands in hers and moved them to the music as well. He put his arms around her, letting her dance close to him. Marisol smiled up at him. "See? You are not that bad after all."
"I suppose not, but if a fast song comes on, you have to dance with me to it," Psymon answered, that crazy gleam showing in his eyes.
"Oh, no. I've seen you dance to that. You'd hurt me," she replied. Psymon laughed.
"I'll be gentle," he said, winking suggestively. Marisol just stared at him.
"I think, perhaps, we've had enough dancing for one evening," she said, stepping back from him. Psymon pulled her back against him.
"You sure about that? It gets lonely out here," he whispered to her. Marisol pulled away from him and slapped him.
"I do not know what you thought I was offering, but you read me wrong," she yelled, then stormed off back to the table. Psymon smirked and started to walk back after her, when Zoe stepped in front of him.
"Eh? Now what?" Psymon asked, looking her over.
"Well, seeing as how a fast song came on, I thought you might like to dance to it with me. Marisol, poor thing, would break," Zoe said, grinning. Psymon just nodded.
"Well, if you can keep up," he started.
"Oh, I can keep up," Zoe interrupted, "but can you follow?"
"We saw him outside and figured he was gonna try and leave," Marisol said, laughing. Psymon just glared at her.
"I wasn't going to leave, I was going to come in here and strangle the DJ," the Canadian answered curtly. "The music sucks."
"It does not. It's great music," Marisol answered. "You can definately dance to it. Come dance with me, Psymon."
"I'm not dancing," Psymon snarled.
"Oh, come on, it'll be fun," Marisol replied, getting up and tugging on Psymon's arm. He pulled away and sneered.
"I said no. I just want to sit here, drink and smoke. You want to dance, take JP," Psymon said harshly. Marisol just frowned.
"Leave the man alone, toots," Luther answered before Marisol could say anything. Psymon just nodded to him.
"On that note, let's get the waitress over here, I need a drink," Moby interjected and waved wildly to one of the waitresses.
Psymon shifted in his chair to look at the dance floor and lit a cigarette. He could see Zoe out the corner of his eye bopping to the music. Feeling a tap on his shoulder he looked back at Seeiah, who was motioning to the waitress standing there expectantly.
"What can I get for you?" the waitress asked.
"You can start by giving me a hard-on, then maybe a blowjob, followed by an orgasm," Psymon replied, grinning. Elise promptly smacked him on the shoulder. "Ow! What? They're drinks."
"Why does everything have to have double meanings with you?" Elise asked, frowning.
"I don't know. Why do you always have a bug up your ass?" Psymon asked back, then looked at the waitress. "Just get me a flaming Jesus to start with and we'll go from there."
The waitress just nodded and turned to get the rest of the orders while Psymon turned his attention back to the dance floor, mostly watching Zoe from the corner of his eye. He couldn't get over how great she looked in this light, then quickly shifted his gaze to the dance floor. He didn't want to think he actually found her attractive. Besides, she liked Moby anyway. Suddenly, someone snatched his cigarette from him. He growled and turned around to see Marisol putting it out.
"What the hell is your problem?" Psymon said, raising his voice.
"You can ruin your lungs all you want, but you are not going to ruin mine," Marisol answered simply. Psymon stood up and began reaching for her, but Brodi caught his hand.
"Whoa there, friend. It's not worth it," the spiritual boarder said, then looked at Marisol. "Let him smoke. In this place, it could be anyone's cigarette smoke you're inhaling."
Psymon just sneered and sat down, lighting another cigarette. He took a slow drag, then blew the smoke at Marisol, who just coughed and waved it away. He looked back at the dance floor, watching the lights more than the dancers. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zoe look at him and smile. He turned to look back at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes?" Psymon asked her. Zoe pulled out a pack of Winstons and held out her hand.
"Let me borrow your lighter. Mine's out of fluid," the punky boarder answered. Psymon dug his lighter out and handed it over. Moby took it from her before she could light her cigarette. Zoe glared at him. "Hey!"
"I thought you were giving those up," Moby said, handing Psymon's lighter back.
"Hey, I don't bitch about you watching porn, don't bitch about my smoking," Zoe snapped, grabbing the lighter from Psymon's hand. Psymon just grinned. Before Moby could reply, the waitress had come back and was setting drinks on the table. Zoe looked at the drink the waitress set before Psymon. "What the hell is that?"
"Flaming Jesus," Psymon replied, then took his lighter back from her and lit the drink. "Best served hot."
"You're not really going to drink that, are you?" Zoe asked, taking the lighter back and lighting her cigarette finally.
"No worries," Moby said. "You blow it out before drinking it, right, Psymon?"
"Nope," Psymon answered simply and downed it, flames and all. The other boarders stared at him. "What?"
"Geez, Psymon, can you be anymore psychotic?" Elise asked, frowning.
"Only if you can be more of a snob," Psymon snapped. He looked up at the waitress. "Get me a Molson." The waitress just looked at him. "Damn, just get me whatever passes for beer in this place. No, nevermind. Bring me some whisky."
"Want to make it a double?" the waitress asked.
"No, bring me the bottle. Crown Royal if you got it," Psymon said. The waitress just nodded and walked off. Psymon settled back in his chair, watching the lights flicker across the dance floor again. He ignored the other boarders' conversations, prefering to listen to what the club considered music. The waitress returned and set a bottle and glass down in front of Psymon, then left as he poured his own drink. He took a swallow and caught Zoe watching him. "Now what?"
"Why are you so crabby tonight?" Zoe asked him.
"I don't do well in social situations," Psymon answered, shrugging. Elise scoffed at that.
"Well, there's a surprise, eh?" she said, smirking. "So, 'Sketchy', how long has it been since you were in public?"
"Years," Psymon replied, glaring at her. "And don't call me that."
"Oh, the maniac has a weakness, does he?" Elise laughed. Psymon tossed his drink on her. "Dammit, Psy, what the hell is your damage?"
"About 7,200 volts. What's yours?" Psymon snarled. "I swear, you have been on my ass since I joined up."
"Maybe my problem is having a lunatic traveling around with us," Elise shouted. Brodi touched her arm gently.
"Children, don't make me put you both in quiet time. Leave him alone, Elise, and Psy, stop throwing drinks on people," the surfer said calmly. Psymon glared at Elise, then filled his glass back up and looked back at the dance floor. He knew joining them here was a stupid idea. He hated large crowds and having to deal with people. Sure, snowboarding, snowmobile racing, and all that for a crowd was easy, he didn't have to know any of them afterwards. He hadn't liked social situations since the accident. His friends had been the ones to dare him to jump that gap, but they hadn't bothered to show up at the hospital or talk to him after he had plunged down that cliff and taken out those power lines. They hadn't been there when his family had him commited for his erratic behavior. Come to think of it, his family hadn't really come to visit him much either. After pretending to be "normal" and finally being let out of the institution, Psymon had decided he didn't like people much and had done well to avoid them. Now he figured he should at least join the other boarders on a night out, at least to prove he wasn't completely anti-social. Besides, Zoe was here and looking cute, so it was worth the insults he was getting. Well, almost worth it.
Psymon's thoughts were interrupted by something heavy being suddenly dropped in his lap. Opening his eyes, he saw it was just Marisol, now comfortably sitting on him. He moved, trying to stand up to dump her on her ass, but she was holding onto the back of the chair. Psymon glared and her and tried to push her off.
"Get off me," Psymon yelled, then finally gave up and looked at her. "What?"
"I want to dance, and whether you like it or not, you're dancing with me," the latin woman answered."
"The hell I am," the Canadian sneered.
"Fine, then I'll just sit here," Marisol answered. Psymon grappled with her a bit more, but still couldn't get her to get off his lap.
"Fine, I'll dance," he sighed, and finished his drink. "Now, get off me."
Marisol hopped up, waiting on Psymon to stand up. He got up and followed her, catching Zoe's look out the corner of his eye. He thought she had looked disappointed, but it could've just been the lighting. His attention focused back on Marisol as she put her arms around his waist and got close. She began to move against him to the music. Psymon had absolutely no idea what to do. He wasn't really into the style of music playing and didn't have the fainest idea how to dance to it.
"What's wrong, Psy?" Marisol asked.
"I, uh, don't really know how to dance," he answered.
"Nonsense, I've seen you dance before," she replied.
"Yeah, but not to this music," Psymon snapped. "It sucks. Look, I'm gonna go sit back down."
"Oh, no you don't, Mr. Sourpuss. I'll show you what to do. You're going to have a good time if it kills you," Marisol said quickly, keeping Psymon from walking away. She put her hands on his hips and began making him move in time to the music. Psymon felt very uncomfortable, but decided to just go with it. It was better than fighting with her. Marisol got close again and took his hands in hers and moved them to the music as well. He put his arms around her, letting her dance close to him. Marisol smiled up at him. "See? You are not that bad after all."
"I suppose not, but if a fast song comes on, you have to dance with me to it," Psymon answered, that crazy gleam showing in his eyes.
"Oh, no. I've seen you dance to that. You'd hurt me," she replied. Psymon laughed.
"I'll be gentle," he said, winking suggestively. Marisol just stared at him.
"I think, perhaps, we've had enough dancing for one evening," she said, stepping back from him. Psymon pulled her back against him.
"You sure about that? It gets lonely out here," he whispered to her. Marisol pulled away from him and slapped him.
"I do not know what you thought I was offering, but you read me wrong," she yelled, then stormed off back to the table. Psymon smirked and started to walk back after her, when Zoe stepped in front of him.
"Eh? Now what?" Psymon asked, looking her over.
"Well, seeing as how a fast song came on, I thought you might like to dance to it with me. Marisol, poor thing, would break," Zoe said, grinning. Psymon just nodded.
"Well, if you can keep up," he started.
"Oh, I can keep up," Zoe interrupted, "but can you follow?"