CLUBLIGHTS
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
The thing about night like is that it's not really life. It's more so a spiritual existence to. One loses self in a mix of music; liquor and sex without giving any thought to it till the dreaded morning after. But never do we question was it worth it. Never do we say we shouldn't have (unless one's hook up was not what the alcohol showed them the night before). On a dance floor, we interact in a way that leaves little fear in the veins. One is always sure that a drink and a dance will make it all better. But when someone's in front of us, we're almost tempted and embarrassed that they are caught in watching the object of their desire. That person moves at will, just for you and you can do nothing but look. Dancers move willingly for DJ's but the DJ couldn't thrive without them. How odd is it that control is more so in the hand of the servant than the master. And this control led people into the streets every night. There's a strange faith in this spirituality that man is scared to relinquish in religion. This faith had bodies crawling into the clubs and parties of the city, and these bodies included Jesse Kilmartin and Brennen Mulray.
The men exited the Black Hummer, scanning the crowded streets. Already women were 'studying' the new mutants. Jesse, in his casual black slacks and white dress shirt, which too easily sat untucked in his pants, rolled at the wrists and unbuttoned at the top. His long locks hung in faded waves, contrasting sharply against the smooth jaw line.
Brennen on the other hand was his typical self. In dark slacks, and a sleeveless, v-neck muscle shirt; al under one of his standard leather jackets. He turned to the blonde whom busied himself with scanning the streets for the building they were headed for. "Okay, where are we going?"
"Hold on." The elemental smirked, gesturing to some women walking past them. The group had all but turned around to follow the men. "You'll see when we get there."
They walked the strip for the moment, taking in the sights and a few drinks. Brennen had to admit the newer, bolder Jesse was giving him a run for his money. The ladies couldn't reach his hair, so they played in his. Shortly, they were at the entrance of an exclusive nightspot. Jesse turned smirking. "Dude, I told you, I'm done with clubs for awhile."
"Stop being' a girl. This one's different, and we don't have to wait in line." Brennen gestured to the doorman, who waved them in past the rest of the line. Inside, the place was a dim, pulsating wave of bass. Something tropical had the floor spinning in a frenzy.
"Where are we?" The molecular asked.
" Amnesia."
Jesse smirked at his teammate. "That's the name of this place?"
Brennen nodded, scanning the room for 'scenery.' "And rightfully so."
Again the molecular followed the elemental, moving across the dance floor and some anonymous groping to a wide staircase. "Our mission is upstairs." Brennen yelled over the crowd. This place was paced with beautiful people who didn't mind sweating in their designer threads. And the bars ran endlessly along the walls, leaving no direction of the establishment thirsty. Jesse trusted following his friend, though the female temptation was a little too weakening.
Upon hitting the third floor, Brennen pulled him into V.I.P. This one place was rumbling in a rush of drums and bass as bodies either danced or watched from the balconies. The floors were laced with several stages, each having a number of poles running from the ceiling. His brows rose in the possibilities.
He and Brennen stood for a moment, watching the people around them shake and gyrate to the rhythms. There had to be hundreds of them, men and women, oddly staying close to the stage. The molecular turned to ask the elemental when the lights dimmed.
His head turned back to the stage, blue eyes fixated in question. The lights bloomed blue, then red, and other colors before a rage of guitars blasted from the speakers. The crowd cheered feverishly. From the ceiling, several bodies slid from the ceiling, all undoubtedly female. Jesse exchanged looks with his smirking teammate as a redhead caught his gaze. She wrapped a long leg around the pole, before landing on the floor in a split. This was kind of awkward to stand and not be able to do anything, but for now, watching was enough. The women moved in their individual accord, teasing the crowd with the possibility of removing their clothes. Jesse laughed at the fact that Brennen had been daft enough to bring him to a strip club. No gentlemen's club, he thought. Even so this place seemed to be a pretty even mix of males and females.
The women teased for a moment longer, opening the center stage for a leggy blonde to strut into view. Jesse could here the catcalls as she walked slowly along the edge. In one swoop, her hair fell, cascading in a ravage of golden locks. The place roared when she popped a strap of her dress, then turned to undo another. The skimpy black fabric seemed to be laced with see through strips, all strategically placed so they wouldn't too much too soon. His eyes were able to see the detail of her figure, but not the face. She was agile and overpowering against the dancers on the side stages. If he could have moved, he and Brennen would have been closer to the stage.
Then, the elemental tapped his shoulder, gesturing that they go up to the balcony. Once there, they bought drinks before heading over to the side rails. The molecular was thankful for something to hold onto. They leaned on the bar, scanning the scenery and watching the blonde, whom was peeling out of the dress slowly. The people around them roared in applause as she kept her spine to the crowd. It was then that Jesse saw he could make her face. She ripped the dress from her body, causing the place to explode, and leaving her self in a skimpy thong and bikini top. Brennen was yelling with some of the guys hanging beside him, unaware the molecular had just spilt his drink. Jesse stood pounding his friend's shoulder as the woman untied her top. Brennen stopped him when he felt the man massing. "Dude, what?"
The molecular pointed unable to speak. His eyes turned wide in disbelief as the woman pulled the last string from her top, exposing herself to the crowd. Brennen hit him on the arm, wanting an answer. "What, Je-"
"Shalimar!" he yelled. The elemental turned to eye the stage, and sure enough, the feral was strutting as people roared in applause and catcalls.
"What the fuck!" The men were stunned to see their teammate suddenly disappear from the stage in a flash of smoke, but it wasn't over.
"Oh, My God!" Brennen gasped. "Lexa."
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
The thing about night like is that it's not really life. It's more so a spiritual existence to. One loses self in a mix of music; liquor and sex without giving any thought to it till the dreaded morning after. But never do we question was it worth it. Never do we say we shouldn't have (unless one's hook up was not what the alcohol showed them the night before). On a dance floor, we interact in a way that leaves little fear in the veins. One is always sure that a drink and a dance will make it all better. But when someone's in front of us, we're almost tempted and embarrassed that they are caught in watching the object of their desire. That person moves at will, just for you and you can do nothing but look. Dancers move willingly for DJ's but the DJ couldn't thrive without them. How odd is it that control is more so in the hand of the servant than the master. And this control led people into the streets every night. There's a strange faith in this spirituality that man is scared to relinquish in religion. This faith had bodies crawling into the clubs and parties of the city, and these bodies included Jesse Kilmartin and Brennen Mulray.
The men exited the Black Hummer, scanning the crowded streets. Already women were 'studying' the new mutants. Jesse, in his casual black slacks and white dress shirt, which too easily sat untucked in his pants, rolled at the wrists and unbuttoned at the top. His long locks hung in faded waves, contrasting sharply against the smooth jaw line.
Brennen on the other hand was his typical self. In dark slacks, and a sleeveless, v-neck muscle shirt; al under one of his standard leather jackets. He turned to the blonde whom busied himself with scanning the streets for the building they were headed for. "Okay, where are we going?"
"Hold on." The elemental smirked, gesturing to some women walking past them. The group had all but turned around to follow the men. "You'll see when we get there."
They walked the strip for the moment, taking in the sights and a few drinks. Brennen had to admit the newer, bolder Jesse was giving him a run for his money. The ladies couldn't reach his hair, so they played in his. Shortly, they were at the entrance of an exclusive nightspot. Jesse turned smirking. "Dude, I told you, I'm done with clubs for awhile."
"Stop being' a girl. This one's different, and we don't have to wait in line." Brennen gestured to the doorman, who waved them in past the rest of the line. Inside, the place was a dim, pulsating wave of bass. Something tropical had the floor spinning in a frenzy.
"Where are we?" The molecular asked.
" Amnesia."
Jesse smirked at his teammate. "That's the name of this place?"
Brennen nodded, scanning the room for 'scenery.' "And rightfully so."
Again the molecular followed the elemental, moving across the dance floor and some anonymous groping to a wide staircase. "Our mission is upstairs." Brennen yelled over the crowd. This place was paced with beautiful people who didn't mind sweating in their designer threads. And the bars ran endlessly along the walls, leaving no direction of the establishment thirsty. Jesse trusted following his friend, though the female temptation was a little too weakening.
Upon hitting the third floor, Brennen pulled him into V.I.P. This one place was rumbling in a rush of drums and bass as bodies either danced or watched from the balconies. The floors were laced with several stages, each having a number of poles running from the ceiling. His brows rose in the possibilities.
He and Brennen stood for a moment, watching the people around them shake and gyrate to the rhythms. There had to be hundreds of them, men and women, oddly staying close to the stage. The molecular turned to ask the elemental when the lights dimmed.
His head turned back to the stage, blue eyes fixated in question. The lights bloomed blue, then red, and other colors before a rage of guitars blasted from the speakers. The crowd cheered feverishly. From the ceiling, several bodies slid from the ceiling, all undoubtedly female. Jesse exchanged looks with his smirking teammate as a redhead caught his gaze. She wrapped a long leg around the pole, before landing on the floor in a split. This was kind of awkward to stand and not be able to do anything, but for now, watching was enough. The women moved in their individual accord, teasing the crowd with the possibility of removing their clothes. Jesse laughed at the fact that Brennen had been daft enough to bring him to a strip club. No gentlemen's club, he thought. Even so this place seemed to be a pretty even mix of males and females.
The women teased for a moment longer, opening the center stage for a leggy blonde to strut into view. Jesse could here the catcalls as she walked slowly along the edge. In one swoop, her hair fell, cascading in a ravage of golden locks. The place roared when she popped a strap of her dress, then turned to undo another. The skimpy black fabric seemed to be laced with see through strips, all strategically placed so they wouldn't too much too soon. His eyes were able to see the detail of her figure, but not the face. She was agile and overpowering against the dancers on the side stages. If he could have moved, he and Brennen would have been closer to the stage.
Then, the elemental tapped his shoulder, gesturing that they go up to the balcony. Once there, they bought drinks before heading over to the side rails. The molecular was thankful for something to hold onto. They leaned on the bar, scanning the scenery and watching the blonde, whom was peeling out of the dress slowly. The people around them roared in applause as she kept her spine to the crowd. It was then that Jesse saw he could make her face. She ripped the dress from her body, causing the place to explode, and leaving her self in a skimpy thong and bikini top. Brennen was yelling with some of the guys hanging beside him, unaware the molecular had just spilt his drink. Jesse stood pounding his friend's shoulder as the woman untied her top. Brennen stopped him when he felt the man massing. "Dude, what?"
The molecular pointed unable to speak. His eyes turned wide in disbelief as the woman pulled the last string from her top, exposing herself to the crowd. Brennen hit him on the arm, wanting an answer. "What, Je-"
"Shalimar!" he yelled. The elemental turned to eye the stage, and sure enough, the feral was strutting as people roared in applause and catcalls.
"What the fuck!" The men were stunned to see their teammate suddenly disappear from the stage in a flash of smoke, but it wasn't over.
"Oh, My God!" Brennen gasped. "Lexa."
