Cozza Frenzy

When we bend the
Waves in a frenzy
All night day dreams
Bangin' on 18's
Sneak a poem in dirty zones
Super soaked in honeycomb
Hologram or telephone
Coming out your speaker cones

-Bassnectar

Ch 2

The room was still quiet after their first session, but it wasn't all that unpleasant. Caroline even got some much needed reading done in between the small breaks. It was oddly peaceful and she soon found herself meditating while sitting. It was rather interesting to watch Moxie paint. Her usual hyperactive personality took on an extreme twist. She became focused and serene, with eyes that were incredibly concentrated on getting the right image onto the canvas. Caroline was set up in a simple seated position, her body was face on to Moxie. Her head was held a bit high like she was above the painter, all set up by Moxie's wishes, and her gaze was fixed to Moxie's face. It was to be a very direct portrait.

Caroline forced herself to simply not think at all but it had proved to be much tougher in practice. Her mind kept wandering. What did she need to finish for her classes on Monday. Or what was she going to wear tonight to the rave? How was Elena doing, she still hadn't heard from her. What would if be like if it was Klaus painting me? The thought sent a blush to cross her face. If it was him instead of Moxie? God, she didn't know what she'd do. Well she wouldn't be in that situation in the first place so she didn't have to worry about that now did she. What in the hell was up with her thought's today. It was like that one thought was threatening to do all sorts of damage to her carefully secured mind. She was single and not seeking anyone out for a reason. Caroline needed to be an individual, not one half of a whole. Plain and simple.

"Go back to what you were just thinking. I really liked how your face was set," Moxie interrupted her thoughts with an innocent request. Caroline was simply taken aback. What was her previous thoughts again? School? She wanted her to focus on school? "No, no, no. You had this look, it's hard to explain it was like you were thinking of someone but you were caught off guard but there was like this hidden wanting in your eyes. THAT is what I want." Moxie interjected again. Dear God, was that how she looked when she was thinking about Klaus. Nope! He was the last thing she wanted. Dammit Moxie, you are ruining all of my hard work, Caroline thought to herself as she tried to simply focus on not moving. But what about Klaus. What the hell about him?! No thinking about him. At. All. Part of her mind suddenly recoiled at that thought. Jesus Christ! What is happening to her? Your just thinking about him because you haven't in a while, when you don't want to think about someone you inadvertently start thinking about him. She suddenly felt better now that she had successfully talked herself into a logical explanation. Good now I can relax a bit.

Just when she thought that she was fine Moxie interrupted her thoughts again, "Okay I guess that's enough for today. I don't want to over do it. Plus I think you're second guessing your thoughts and I'm not getting the same face as you were giving me before." The comment got her a pout from the naked blonde in front of her, "Hey, man, I'm not gonna sugar coat shit. If I like something I admit it, I want my art to be authentic. If you don't give me the same face next time consider our deal off."

Caroline blinked at her, what the hell? That wasn't fair at all! Her face set in hard line and she grimaced at her roommate as she wrapped her towel around her. "We had a deal, you can't just back out of it because you don't like the face I'm making!"

"Tough cookies and salty biscuits, I'm not gonna settle for anything less than what I want when it comes to my art."

Why did that feel like something she'd hear from Klaus. She rolled her eyes and forced herself to stop all the none sense she was getting from this evening. Moxie watched her with a perplexed look. The girl looked like she was about to ask her something when she decided against it. Instead the pink haired girl put her supplies away as the other put her clothes back on.

Caroline was in the process of fighting with the clasps on her bra when Moxie ask, "So we're going to that rave right?"

She looked back and grinned from ear to ear, "Oh hells, yeah."

The inconspicuous, abandoned shipping warehouse was an obvious choice for a rave's destination, with that in mind she decided to keep a close eye on the exits in case of a bust. But the subtle vibration that they could physically hear was enough to get her mind away from all thoughts of over worrying and stressing about things she couldn't control. Once they got through the "security" and paid their fees to enter, the full force of the music hit them. It was repetitive at first, fast paced and electric. Caroline was not all too used to this side of her, but truth be told she liked the way it felt to step out of her skin.

Moxie's voice cut through the music, "So what's your name for the night? Mine's gonna be Fiona Fox." By now it was a ritual, pick an alias so you didn't have the embarrassing Facebook friend request the next day. It felt silly, ridiculous, and Caroline loved it.

"I'm thinking Tessa Temptress," Caroline responded as they arrived at the bar, she giggled with Moxie at the whole thing.

The bar tender was a close friend Moxie, they chatted as Caroline scoped the place out. Her eye fell on the back wall where the VIP section must have been. Her eyes gazed over it for a second before coming back to the bar and her roommate holding up a dark martini. It looked almost black, but it had red hue under the light. "What is it?" she asked before reluctantly taking it.

"It's called Dark Sin. You'll love it! It's got an interesting flavor of pomegranate, blackberry, rose and a special ingredient. It's this liquor that this guy supplies to all the rave's in the area. It's called Death's Kiss, how sick is that?!" Moxie took a sip of hers and the liquid could be seen against her bright pink lips. For now Moxie was all about hot pink, last month it was lavender. Lavender hair, nails, eyeshadow and lips. But Moxie made anything look good. Caroline harbored a secret jealousy for her. She didn't feel like she could pull off half the stuff the other girl could.

For that night, Caroline opted for the smoldering look, dark eyeshadow, a sort of burnt red lipstick, and a tight sequined dress in all black. It was far from what the normal Caroline would wear but the party Caroline enjoyed feeling like she could bring anyone to their knees. Her hair was gathered to one shoulder and clipped to prevent it from falling down. Where as Moxie wore a skin tight, long sleeved dress with a plunging back and heels that looked too dangerous for her own good. Her hair was curled in soft ringlets.

Caroline took a sip of her drink. Her senses took an overdrive effect as she tasted a small hint of an all too familiar coppery taste. But that couldn't be right? Why on earth would there be-

"Fuck, this is my song! Shit, I love Cozza Frenzy!" Moxie yelled to Caroline as she moved closer to the dance floor.

The bass reverberated through her bones, enticing her to join the throng of people in the middle of the dance floor. The beat was fast like the one they heard when they arrived. But then there were lyrics that hypnotized her to cave and join the group of dancing people. Setting her drink back on the bar, she pulled Moxie along and let herself feel the music and give in to whatever her body was telling her to do. Her head rolled back as she moved to the music, her hips swayed back and forth in fluid movements. Her movements went fast to slow and back again. Moxie, close by her, found a random guy to 'dance' with. That was level she wasn't going to go to. She didn't need someone trying to physically have sex with her through her clothes on the dance floor. It was just annoying if not gross and rude. But thankfully she found ways to get through those annoying moments. The music was slowing just a fraction and she could tell it was close to an end. It was so hypnotic that if Caroline didn't know any better she'd swear she was on something.

The song ended but was immediately replaced with another almost just like it's previous. Which sent her back to her previous state of trance. Her eyes caught the VIP area again in time to catch a small glimpse of one of the people sitting down in it. Her breath hitched and she felt like her world was tilting and shifting under her. Did she just see- no that couldn't be true. Caroline stopped dancing all together and forced her way through the crowd. When she reached the area there was no sign of the man she thought she saw. "But I swear he was just..." She stood at the edge of the dancing mob trying to wrap her brain around what just happened. Maybe she was getting too much stimulation lately.

She reluctantly went back in to find Moxie. When she did the girl was stuck to her partner's face, as if they were glued together at the lips. Caroline forced herself not to roll her eyes. As she was trying to figure out the situation she was suddenly bombarded by a very drunk guy who insisted they dance. "Listen, I'm not going to do anything with you so go away," Caroline could practically feel a headache forming from the surprise encounter. But the guy was relentless. She used the last trick she had before she felt the need to compel him away, "Look, I'm not single so get out of here before my boyfriend comes over here. You really wouldn't like him when he's angry."

"You've got that right." A male's voice rang out right behind her. And it was very familiar to the blonde vampire. She fought the instinct to cringe. The drunkard reluctantly left Caroline which she was highly thankful for. She turned to face the man behind her, not surprised in the least to see him.

"Damon, would you be so kind as to tell me why you're here?"