"Ok, keep cool, you know some things for sure-" Cosima whispered to herself, her breath seeming to pour out of her nose and mouth in streams of white mist as she walked across the court yard to the entrance of the university. Whilst people came in, mainly second years from their rented homes to attend their evening lectures, Cosima was the only one walking out. Her arms wrapped tight around her red winter coat, she knew she was going to club, with a very attractive French woman so she had to dress to impress, but Cosima was never one to dress for the cold. "You are clone." Cosima whispered at a lower and more silent tone, looking from side to side past all of the anonymous faces in the dark winter night. "We're being hunted." Cosima said in a most agitated and matter of fact was than before. "And the new girl that is suddenly interested in you is probably a monitor..." Cosima sighed, letting more white mist out into the atmosphere. Crap. As she walked out onto the street the pockets of people quietened down to just a few here and there at long drawn out intervals. The club wasn't that far away, but far enough to make it a reasonably long walk. At night, with hardly anything but a coat on it felt like an eternity. But Cosima was on a high, filled with adrenaline and nerves, radiating against her cold cheeks. She sniffled in from the cold and could finally see the clubs entrance in the distance. This part of town she rarely ventured too, she often explored the depths of the place she was going to be for a few years, but never to this side. There were no people here now. Cosima suddenly felt tense, like someone was watching or following her. With a slight cough she looked over her shoulder and saw no one down the road she had just come down, just white mist floating up into nothingness from radiators and vents of warehouse blocks. The road was slightly wet with a rain that seemed to have come from no where, because she hadn't thought it had rained earlier that day.
Increasingly she had a sinking feeling that maybe she should have asked Delphine to accompany her there. But it turned out, once Delphine had packed all of her books and sheets away at the library something had come up, she told Cosima she would deal with it and meet her there in 20 minutes. It was now coming up for 35 minutes as Cosima was always late and there was no sign of Delphine. The door was suddenly in front of her, her mind wondering to all the horrific scenarios that could happen to a petite female science geek walking alone down a freakish road at night. Then she thought hey, that's why Alison had given her the pepper spray. At the door Cosima stopped, letting the well build body guard look her up and down, she stood as high as she could (even with the ridiculously big heels she had put on) to look into the club above his shoulder. The man moved to block her sight.
"Oh hi." Cosima said, the white mist of her breath was turned yellow and blue by the lights outside of the door. The big bold neon letters spelling 'Neolution'. "I am meeting someone here, like inside so..." Cosima was being friendly as usual and smiled her fangy smile, but inside she was cracking under the intensity of his dead eye stare. "I'm going to go in." Cosima walked forward, feeling for the first time the frozen cold on her finger tips from inactivity. The body guard put out his hand and pushed her back by her shoulder. Cosima lost her grin, and looked around awkwardly.
"No entry without invitation." The man asserted, and looked over her head ignoring her small body. Cosima was pissed; the allure of the French woman and the fact she had personally invited her here, and also that small but amazing fact she was smoking hot; had vanished. Just before she was about to give up and walk the other way, the man moved aside and Delphine came from out of the club, a big smile across her face.
"Cosima!" She greeted, her arms wide for the greeting. Cosima turned around, suddenly warmed by the accent and embraced the woman. But Delphine did not let go at first, she kissed Cosima's cheek. Hell the contact sent her wild before she realised that it was French custom or something. But then Delphine left a long and lingering kiss on the other before leaning out of the embrace. "Sorry, how long have you been waiting?!" Delphine realised how she was late to meet her. Cosima was thrilled, still contacting the woman, the warm grasp running across her arms.
"No no, it's totally cool. I'm always late so don't worry. It's nice to be sorta early for a change." Cosima tilted her head in that characteristic way she had developed and grinned. Delphine gave her some sort of look that she didn't recognise but made her heart stop beating, before she let go, took her hand and brought her inside. Inside it was...grimy with black walls covered in something Cosima dread to think about, but glowed green under the poor lighting. A man sat in a box in the wall, offering tickets to something or other, but he had that silver hair and white eye she had seen before. Watching him for a little too long Delphine pulled her forward into the actual club through some double doors. Immediately a heavy base invaded their space, booming out some electronic sounding music. Cosima knew already she would like this place just from their choice of music, all around her bodies. Some sitting in booths, others dancing in strange and exotic ways that Cosima hadn't even thought about before. Delphine stopped just short of some steps down to the dance floor. "Wow this is...oddly exactly what I expected." Cosima laughed in that husky San Fransico way. Delphine turned to face her, her expression filled already with the energy consuming the room. Their hands still connected like close friends both experiencing something for the first time.
"The owner is here, would you like to meet him?" Delphine asked with a edge to her question that Cosima didn't fully understand but she was too caught up in the sexual energy and the looks of all the people that she didn't hang on it for too long. All around them were posters and signs in bright white and electric blue colours contrasting with the general darkness of the club. "Neolution", "Self-directed evolution", and "Body modification on request, ask Razor for details." It was all so real and strange and...so totally everything she thought it would be.
"Yeah sure, yeah that would be awesome." Cosima turned to Delphine finally able to break the trance she was getting herself in for. Delphine was biting her lip and looking at her when she turned. Damn. Cosima grinned in response stepping a little closure to the woman but in that instance Delphine took a tighter hold of Cosima's hand and again pulled her along, down the steps and across the expanse of strange and wonderful bodies. Once they got to the other end after being knocked about a bit Cosima adjusted her glasses and followed her up the small steps to a 'private booth'. The body guard didn't even stop or ask Delphine what she was doing he just let them go through. She swore she had seen that man before though, weird. Inside the music was just a dull booming around the walls, and she could concentrate after all this time. Delphine let go of her hand as soon as she saw the owner in the room, and Cosima immediately felt a little lost. He was stood talking to some other people, all covered in strange designs of tattoos with silver hair. Delphine stopped abruptly and turned to Cosima bumping into her. Cosima smiled at the contact and stepped back a little.
"There he is!" Delphine gasped in some sort of admiration. It was colder in here but not as cold as the outside and Cosima suddenly felt like she wasn't the only thing on Delphine's mind. Looking just to the side of her she saw the man. He was tall, slim and mostly bald apart from a neat cut fuzz of grey hair. He was posed; arm across her chest with one propping his head up, intrigued with what was being said to him. Cosima was intrigued too but a little cautious of the way she spoke her last words.
"Yeah there he is." Cosima replied with slightly less enthusiasm. All she really wanted to do was pull the woman into their own booth but then wouldn't that be dangerous if she was a monitor?
"I would love to talk to him, he has so many cool ideas. He is one of the founders of neolutionism-"
"One of the founders?" Cosima was confused, she thought this was some PhD dig.
"Yes, he founded the philosophy in the 80's and then when he came to Minnesota for his PhD he-"
"Oh wow, so he's the guy." He didn't look anything like his picture now, and she was pretty sure it wasn't the same person but then the accent reaffirmed the fact she was so into this woman and so whatever she said was gold. "Let's go talk to him then?" This time Cosima was going to be in the lead, she took Delphine's soft long fingered hand and went off towards the man, the people around him walking towards Cosima and out of the room. Cosima was so full of nerves and apprehension and she had no idea why, maybe it was the fact her life was going to be constantly on the line, or the fact that she hadn't had sex in weeks and so anyone was good enough but she had a burning inside of her. As they got closer Delphine slipped in front of her and the man turned as if pre-planned to greet them.
"Hello!" He said in a charismatic and confident greeting. Cosima looked from Delphine who was staring at him in some sort of admiration and then to his face and smiled.
"Hello Dr Leekie, I'm so amazed to be in your acquaintance, I'm Delphine-"
"And who are you?" Dr Leekie broke in with a hushed tone staring down at Cosima. That was the problem of being a bundle of freaking awesome, you were always smaller than everyone. He seemed to have not really paid any attention to Delphine, even though she was so the hotter one out of the two of them. It was a little weird.
"Hi, I'm Cosima." She said that a kind of sarcastic enthusiasm that mocked him, but she didn't intend to. She was going to put her hand out to shake and then thought she better not, he seemed a little creepy.
"I am so impressed with your work, and just seeing in the club how many people it has influenced, it is...it's magnifique." Delphine was over the moon that she was meeting him, and it slightly annoyed Cosima. She looked at their exchange, even if he was ignoring her, there was some sort of electricity between the two of them. Did they know each other? Cosima thought.
"Merci, merci, je fais de mon mieux pour offrir une certaine diversité de styles et de modes de vie vivant." Dr Leekie just sprang out of now where with what Cosima assumed was French. Delphine grinned at him, and stared into his eyes.
"You speak French?!" She admired. Cosima shifted her weight on her legs and tried to think of another way to interpret their closeness and tone of voice, but she kept coming back to the same conclusions. But then maybe it was just jealousy, that totally non-scientific phenomenon that had alluded Cosima right up until this very second.
"Oui, oui-" Dr Leekie looked about the booth which was more a slightly small room with fabric soft chairs lining the walls and tables plotted about, Neolution posters about some sort of futuristic evolution scattered about the place. For some high end philosophy it looked sub-par. Then his eyes caught Cosima's with a small smile. "I have a neuro-lingual processing chip." He smirked, Delphine gasped in admiration again, Cosima quickly darted her eyes from the hot blonde to the man and tilted her head.
"Bull shit!" Cosima called it, Delphine gasped again but this time it was out of shock, she grabbed Cosima's arm in some silent attempt to make her take her insult back. But Leekie just smiled.
"A sceptic, it's a breath of fresh air to have one of those around. Of course the technology is out of reach of the idea, but I see it happening in the near future." Dr Leekie put his hands in his black trouser pockets, then she realised that for a club he was suited up and she was in a winter coat, too enthralled by what she saw to think to take it off. So she unclipped it and pulled it off, turning to pull it off her arm and reveal her sexy outfit she planned for Delphine.
"I'm Evo Devo so when someone talks about he future...I'm more show and don't tell." Cosima draped her coat over the back of one straight back chair and grinned back to him. She was wearing a red wine coloured strappy top with low cut lacey rims, black skinny jeans, with lots of necklaces and bracelets. Her black rimmed glasses and hair complimenting it well. As well as her usual sharp cut eye liner. In her heels she had never really worn but made her feel tall, she was hot. Leekie briefly checked her out but she was more interested in Delphine's reaction, which was just what she wanted. Delphine against bit her lip and blushed looking away.
"Well we certainly have the people willing our projects at the DYAD to happen. Freaky Leekie my admirers like to call themselves-"
"Oh the dudes with the silver hair and white eyes right?" Cosima had been watching them ever since she started that semester.
"It started off as a backhanding comment-" Dr Leekie began before being interrupted by someone of that exact description behind us. Cosima turned when she heard the booming music blast into the room suggesting the door had opened. "Excuse me ladies this is important business. Please feel free to enjoy the club, dance a little..." Dr Leekie held Cosima shoulders and walked off behind her towards the man and back out into the club. Cosima let out her breath and turned to Delphine, who was still biting her lip.
"Well that was-"
"Amazing!" Delphine answered. They were alone in the room now, just the two of them. Cosima had a feeling she was not talking about Dr Leekie, or at least she hoped she wasn't. Cosima grinned and moved a little closure to Delphine, and touched the sides of her arms, biting her own lip.
"You're really into it huh?" Cosima was referencing Neolutionism, but Delphine knew what she meant, and there was a hesitance in her. Had Cosima totally misinterpreted everything? Delphine moved her arms to let her own jacket off, revealing a silk white top with sheer sides revealing her naked body beneath, black skinnies and black toeless heels. Maybe she was right. Slowly with every fibre in her body trying to restrain her from pushing Delphine up against a table and making crazy hot science with her; she leant up to the taller woman and moved her eyes from Delphine's eyes to her soft red lips. Delphine looked nervous but at the same time, maybe subconsciously she wanted it too from the fact her hands were running up Cosima's bare arms to her shoulders. Screw it, Cosima leant up faster and closed her eyes pressing her lips softly but with little force onto Delphine's. Delphine seemed to linger on it for a moment and then pulled away a litle rashly.
"Oh god, I am so sorry. I totally messed that up didn't I. Oh god! I am always jumping to conclusions, oh man!" Cosima stuttered an apology as she saw the shocked and nervous face of Delphine.
"Non non, it's urrr...I was...sorry I am not-" Delphine was stuttering too, her hands seemed to adopt Cosima's frantic waving and moved about her words.
"You're not gay, it's totally cool don't worry about it. Again I am sorry, like yeah, sorry about that." Cosima was so rejected and awkward and cringing over how she had misinterpreted everything.
"No I am not gay. It's my fault I was leading you on." Delphine apologised with big eyes. Cosima fell for them again before mentally slapping her face. Not gay, not gay. Crap this year would be even harder.