Welcome to the thrilling series; Devils in Miami.
In this story we follow Austin, Ally, Dez, Trish, Kira, and Carrie as they experience, lavish, lust, and lies in the city of Miami. Fair warning, this is not your average party. Usually the favors are poppers and lines but no we only have knives and video footage of what you did last friday night to blackmail you into playing games. So sit back, relax, and let the salty air hit you in the face.
I present: "Devils in Miami", Episode one; Love In Miami.
Bright pink sky, bumping sizzleing music, bodies, bodies, so many bodies. Grinding to the beat spread around the Moon mansion. The birthday boy rests with arms over the banister of the top floor over looking his pool. His friends. Are they friends. None of them seem interested in his mind. Only his body.
That is except for Trish and Dez. Two people who are by his side at all times. Except... for right now. Suddenly his mind is on them. Where are they? What is so important that they would miss this? Are they okay?
Sure this rendition of 'From Paris to Berlin' bops but not like he wants it too.
The palm trees grow up on either side of him and he reaches out to graze a firm green leaf before spinning to press his back to the banister and look up to the sky. Soon the moon will rise. Maybe then he'll feel normal. Why can't he shake this feeling? What's the deal? Holding his red tinted glass out in front of his face he sighs. Maybe the drinks just not strong enough.
The up and coming teeny boppers Tik tok away on their pear phones and he worries about the law suit he could get but the way they dress and the way they act Hell all he has to do is say they said they were 18. He's twenty four, way too much on his plate to be concerned about some kids who really just don't care about their own safety. It's not his fault if they wake up tomorrow with regrets. Austin's done his part.
Just then Trish rushes in with the music raising behind her, "Come on Austin." She grabs his hand and drags him back inside where people dance around an elevated stage. Someone's singing and he can't see who it is.
Right right turn off the lights we gonna lose our minds tonight. What's the delio.
Trish is handed a mic and starts singing to him picking up where the stranger left off, "I love when it's all too much five am turn the radio up. Where's the rock and roll."
Dez comes in through a hanging barrier of bright green streamers with his own mic, "Party crasher panty snatcher."
Trish shoves austin into a rolly chair and pushes him over to the keg, "Call me up if you are gangster."
He fills his cup.
In unison Dez and Trish sing, "Don't be fancy just get dancy."
He jumps up, throws back the glass and says, "WHY SO SERIOUS!"
The beat drops and they all start grinding again.
"So raise your glass if you are wrong!" "In all The right ways."
"ALL MY UNDER DOGS!" "We will never be ever be."
"ANY THING BUT LOUD!" "And nity gritty."
All in unison, "DIRTY LITTLE FREAKS!"
"Wont you come on and come on and!" "RAISE YOUR GLASS!"
"Just come on and come on and!" "RAISE YOUR GLASS!"
Kira star grabs him by the hand and pulls him into the next room and out to cross the breezeway. A mic in her hand she sings, "Slam slam oh hot damn. What part of party don't you understand."
Carrie a little further ahead awaits next to a pillar that adorns the staircase leading to the patio, "Wish you'd just freak out!"
"Freak out already." Dez insists from the doorway he just left.
Kira get's behind him and the pushes him towards the steps, "Can't stop coming in hot. I should be locked up right on the spot."
He laughs as he begins to make his way down, "It's so on right now!"
His friend Dallas pops up out of the crowd and leads him to the large bronze fountain in the center of the patio pulling him up on the ledge. Mic in hand he sings, "PARTY CRASHER PANTY SNATCHER."
Trish from the balcony, "CALL ME UP IF YOU ARE GANGSTER!"
Austin snags Dallas mic, "Don't get fancy just get dancy."
The garage door opens and standing behind it is the Ally Dawson, home from college, just in time for this debut. The crowd cheers. She sings, "Why so serious!"
"ALLY!" Austin cries chucking the mic back to Dallas and he darts across the patio through the crowd of people and up to her.
The song explodes into madness as everyone around them starts grinding and singing at the top of their lungs.
She laughs as he holds her and spins. He presses his forehead to hers, "You came back."
"I came back." She says.
He looks at her, "I didn't I-"
"Me neither." She confirms.
He smiles, "There was no one."
"Me neither." She confirms.
They kiss. It's long and rough and the crowd goes wild. She pulls away, "Happy birthday Austin."
They rejoin the crowd and let the music take him.
Dallas climbs to the top of the statuette and sits on her shoulders. Lips part he says, "Oh shit. My glass is empty. That sucks."
Kira walks up handing him bottle of bright glowing orange liquid and she sings, "So if your too school for cool. And your treated like a fool."
Carrie walks up and in unison the three of them sing, "You can choose to let it go. We can always. We can always."
Austin pulls Ally in close and whispers, "Party on our own."
"So raise your- Oh fuck." Says Trish.
Then everybody screams, "SO RAISE YOUR GLASS IF YOU ARE WRONG!" "In all the right ways." "ALL MY UNDERDOGS!" "We will never be ever be." "ANYTHING BUT LOUD."
Ally sings her adlibs for Austin, "Ohhh we willl. All my underdogs. OHHHHHHH. Dirty little freaks. Raaaaiise your glass."
The final chords ring out and together they sing, "for me."
end scene.
We open on the steady rythm of illenium radio on Pandora. The blue haze of lights that spiral so slowly upon her face. Upon Ally's face. God she's so stunning. Sitting on Austin's lap, holding their cards, and dictating which moves they make she catches a breeze from the open balcony door. Her brown hair fluttering like wings.
She rides it like a wave and sighs eyes closed and dives, "Oh did you feel that?" She says.
Austin nuzzles into her side and groans. The fabric of her pink tank top feels soft.
She smiles.
Dez tosses out a three of spades and looks over at Kira, "So dads, having me look for a landscaper while he's gone."
"He doesn't trust you?" She laughs picking up off the deck.
Dez shakes his head, " Apparently not. You explode one gallon of slime on a ferrari and suddenly Grandma's gardens are off limits."
Dallas leans back into the bright red leather cushion recliner and makes a weird noise. "Landscaper." He whispers, "Why does that make my stoner brain hurt."
Ally slaps the table, "Rummi!"
"Hell yeah." Cries Austin, "Triple ace. Kick ass Ally."
She bites her lip and leans down to kiss him. His bright brown eyes close and they ride that wave into the next beat drop.
"MASON!" Cries Dallas leaning forward to pick up from the deck.
Ally pulls away from Austin to look at Dallas, "Why do I know that name?"
Dallas lips a glass of sangria to his lips, "We know that name." He drinks.
"Was he that guy at camp?" She asks.
Austin leans into the frame, his blonde locks catching the light of the spinning wheel and he looks at Dallas, "What guy at camp."
"Mason Inglet. Every one thought he was crazy because he would stay up all night talking to the moon." Says Dallas with a white toothy smile.
Ally nods down at Austin, "No one cared because he was so pretty and timid. Had that baggy purple tank top, the tattoos, the torn jeans."
Dallas plays a triple king, "I wanted to sleep with him so bad. Do you remember that hair?"
"How could you forget? He only let you see his eyes if he found you trust worthy." She smirks and plays a triple queen running out of cards and ending.
Austin slips out from beneath her, "I want to shuffle this time." he says grabbing all the cards.
Trish, who isn't playing, nods her head to the song as her legs take up the rest of her couch. She sips a big glass of margarita and coughs as she looks up at Ally, "Why didn't you sleep with him?" She asked Dallas, "Didn't swing that way?"
"No... he insisted the moon had crafted him a destiny and he would know when he found his tribe. Till then he would be a universe locked away." Dallas picks up the cards Austin had just dealt out to him.
"Why are we talking about this guy?" Asks Dez.
Dallas sits there for a moment thinking. He knows he brought it up but he's so faded he can't remember. So he asks, "What were we talking about before?"
"Landscaping." Says Kira and Ally in unison.
He snaps his fingers, "Oh yeah. he's staying in Fort Lundington for the season. Started up a private landscaping business to help pay off his next book."
"You still talk to him?" Asks Ally.
He nods, "I never stopped. When you and I weren't building bird houses I was trying to get him to show me his eyes."
"He never did?" Asks Kira.
Dallas sighs, "Not to this day no." He looks at Dez, "Super cheap. Requires just seventy bucks per day and a gallon of Sangria. He's under twenty one and it seems like you're ripping him off but no it's fun for him."
"Seems like it would be." Trish starts to giggle, "Might find the glow worm that leads him on his moon destiny."
Carrie, who's been lying on the floor cuz she got too fucked up snorts.
"I've been getting weed from him since he got here." Dallas tells them leaning down to mark the score on the notebook page with a wide black sharpie.
Trish leans forward and grabs the blunt out of the bright blue and white glass ashtray, "Fuck yeah. He got that strong shit."
Dez holds out his arm, "write his number down. Hopefully I'll remember what it means in the morning."
Dallas nods and leans over to scribe out the digits.
End scene.
Her wrists are so small in his hands. How loosely he holds them. The moon peeks in through his open window, most the guests have ventured home. Their friends paired off and taking hold of opportunity in their own threshholds. However, Austin has her and he will not waste such a precious rare moment as this with meaningless. He's waited six months to see her. He hasn't looked at another person the way he looks at her and now she's back. In his domicile. He has them both.
An ordinary boy would feel shame for they'd intend things one would close the window for. No one but them can see.
No, Austin wants the moon to see. To be there. To make love to Ally Dawson with him. She was his and is his and needs to know it.
Sturdy strong arms lift her to the glowing white sheets atop the mattress in a room of otherwise silver and gold all just shadows in the night. Challice fingers slip through the band running along her waist and slowly pulls down the bright pink panties she's not going to need anymore. He raises up away from her. With delicate work he folds it neatly and rests it on the night stand, "Those are mine now." he whisper.
Feathers hang in strings from above and flicker yellow in moon beam blue causing a mystical green to hint around her face and she rests back on her elbows. A weird feeling washes over him as he knows those chimes in his ear can't be real. She can't hear them. Only he can. A melody. It's there when looks at her like this. When he touches her the electric guitar becomes a sodden violin. When he kisses her the piano becomes mischievous.
When her legs part and his lips venture down between her supple breasts, along the pale abdomen, tongue grazing the navel and trailing along a line of happiness into a world of magic he makes her make that sound. When she makes that sound he's happy. When he's happy he finds other places in this universe of her. Places that when he kisses them they shudder and he can feel the very heat rising from her body.
When her fingers meet his chin and his head tilts back to look at her she pulls her self closer to his face and slides in beneath him. He crawls further along the cotton threads that scatter small specks of white like snow and he shuts his eyes as her legs bow around his forearms and she finds his universe with her tongue. Heat. Darkness. Humidity. The mist of morning on his face.
Soon he shudders and his eye open so that he may crawl further away and spin back around and in the center of the mattress where the shadows of the four posters around them cross. Her body on his body. His lips on her neck. Her nails in his back. Him inside her.
The steady music he hears increases ever more. Faster and faster and faster. He shifts so quick he knows come morning they'll both be sore. Her fingers wrap around his wrists as he hovers over her and give himself to her completely. She makes that sound. His eyes close. Faster. Faster. Faster all the while the sea salt wind rushes into the room billowing up golden curtains to catch the glimpse of a sun rises in the east. The moon still stands.
A dance it seems. For both of them. In the mourning blue of a world about to dawn. The silver glint just beginning to hover into sight. He plays with her body experimenting which places make her make which noises and when at last it's his name coming from her mouth he knows his job is done. So he lets him self go.
Leaning back on his knees he says, "I'll have to clean the sheets."
They both make cute awkward faces and the redness from the blush upon both their cheeks radiates warmth in one more kiss. The two of them ride the haze into sleep of early morning light that casts down on his sweaty bronze and her pale porclein. The sheets an ocean and the two of them set adrift.
End scene.
Out on the patio, asleep on the ledge of the fountain with one hand in the water, Trish sneezes. The thirty oranges that a group of girls had stacked on her ass for a tik tok video all drop and roll away. One dunks into the water which splashes up to hit her in the face. She wakes up to see the cameras in her face, "What the-" She growls, "OH GUESS WHO'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!" She cries and the girls run off laughing.
Trish chases them down the tree lined driveway until they're out of sight and Carrie runs up beside her screaming, "Fucking TEENY BOPPERS!"
Looking down at her arms, Trish groans realizing there's marker all over her. Narrowing her vision she just stares out at the mid day sun.
"What the Hell did they do to you?" Ask Carried.
She shakes her head, "This wasn't them." then with a sigh Trish walks back towards the house.
Dallas is standing outside of a toyota with some guy. Ally, in Austin's white robe, steps out onto the porch to watch the exchange.
It's easy to tell that the boy Dallas is talking to is really into Dallas but the feeling isn't mutual. Said boy says something vulgar I'm not gonna repeat and climbs into the passenger seat. The car engine starts and they drive away. He turns in a daze of frustration and his sight locks on Ally. Walking over he sits next to her.
"Let me guess?" She smirks.
He nods, "Big dick. Small mind. They're all the same."
"Austin's not." She whispers.
He shakes his head, "No he's not."
The roses in the bush beside them shake in the wind and Trish walks up to the porch with Carrie.
Ally's eyes lock on Trish's arms, "What the Hell happened to you."
"Some teenagers-" Starts Carrie.
Trish interjects, "It wasn't the teenagers." She lowers her voice, "I think I'm going to go." and she climbs the marble steps past Dallas and Ally into the house.
"You know..." Says Ally with her eyes clenched shut as if holding on to a thought she's worried will slip away, "I think maybe, after what you said last night, it makes sense. You've got to stop looking for Mason in the people you choose. No one's like Mason."
He looks at her as if studying her, "Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Try not looking." Says Carrie.
They eye her with curiosity.
"All I mean is, go out into the world and look for something else. When I lose a shoe I can't find it. When I lose the remote I go looking for the remote and find the shoe."
Still they have no idea what she's talking about.
"I go to a coffee shop for coffee and the barista hits on me. I go to the coffee shop to hit on the barista the store is closed because it's three thirty in the morning and he's probably having sex with someone else." She says.
They both nod as the concept clicks.
Trish comes trudging out of the house with her keys and a jacket walking down the stairs and turning around the bend towards the parking garage.
"Trish!" Calls out Ally.
Trish nods and waves, "I'll hit you up later Ally, I've got to get to work. Rents not cheap chika."
The door slams shut. An engine sparks. The smoke billows. It cranks. Skids. Then she's off. The smell of exhaust hitting them in the face.
"That was weird." Says Ally.
The other two nod.
"Can somebody help me?" They look up and see that Kira is dangling from a long folded strip of silk that is attached to a bar on the balcony. Foot caught in the loop she dangles upside down, "I got a little wasted."
End scene.
Kira bops to the beat in the backseat of Austin's Buick as She, Ally and Austin pull into Dez's cute little shale just outside the city in a cut off section of the woods near a lake. The house is three stories high and in the dead center of ten akers of land. Hedges grow wild, grass high. Blossoms reach out at them as they weave through the driveway beneath an awning of holly.
They park in the carport and step up on the porch that wraps around three fourth of the house and overlooks the grounds. There they find Dez flipping burgers on his grill. Chef hat crooked, suspenders covered by a giant white stained apron, and several stools prop up behind him where the banister expands as a table.
"Hey Dez." Says Austin.
He turns and smiles but says nothing.
Carrie shows up a few minutes later with Dallas and they step out with bags from the gas station a mile south.
Dez sees them and makes his way over to help.
That's when Ally spots him.
The sound of a blade spinning in a push mower fills their ears and they all follow her gaze to the guy, drenched in sweat, making his way up and down a stretch of about thirty feet only to come back in precise motion. He seems oblivious to those on the porch. Oblivious to reality honestly. His body makes a pattern of his work and his mind is on what ever that nothing is way out there in the distance.
Ally notes his signature purple tanktop with the crescent moon centered on his chest. The necklace with the seashell amulet and spiral design in the center.
When Dez walks back up with a bag of charcoal tossed over his shoulder, "He came right over. Didn't say anything just pulled his van into the outlet over there." he points out at a connection of hedges with an opening out to the road on the other side from where his friends came in, "Set up and got to work. He's already cleared the south side and he's only been here an hour."
"He loves it." Says Dallas as he rips open a bag of jerky.
"Are you okay Dez?" Asks Kira, "You seem a little distant."
Dez only shrugs and goes back to his burger flipping.
Kira sets her cards out on the table and begins to shuffle, "Who's all in."
"Oh me. Definitely." Says Ally as she crawls up next to her.
Dallas reaches into a cooler beside him and pulls out two cans of bud light tossing one to Kira, "Me too." and he makes his way over.
They deal out the first game and the moment it's over Austin drags himself over to be dealt in for the next game propping himself against the beam that connects to the steps on this side of the house. Carrie pops a schnapps in front of him and cracks open her own as she accepts her cards for the game.
"Remember." Says Kira, "Three of a kind, three of a set. NO TRIPPLE SIXES." A sternness as her eyes look around the table. She's grown a little suspicious over the years.
A round goes by and Austin's the one who notices that Mason is making his way towards them, "I have to go meet some friends." he tells Dez, "I'll finish tomorrow and you can just pay me for today."
Dez shake his head, 'No' and picks up the gallon of Sangria off the banister behind his grill to walk over and hand it to him. He says, "I'm paying you for tomorrow too."
Mason takes the jug and shrugs, "I wont accept it." and with that he walks away, loads his things into his van. A van painted in a brilliant glittery purple with a billion tiny dots in order of constellations and as he pulls away they see the crescent moon on the other side.
A zip sound echos and Austin looks down at his phone.
"Rummi!" Shouts Dallas as his hand slaps the table.
Everyone looks at him. Sure there's three kings on the pile. However he failed to notice the three sixes in there as well, locking the pile in place. That's it, the rounds over. He broke a rule. A very important rule.
Austin stands and a glass falls off the banister to bust on the concrete stepping stones down in the knee high grass below Mason had yet to reach before dishing out.
They all look at him and his eyes find Ally, "It's Trish. We have to go."
Roll Credits.