I hate time gaps. that's why I decided to write what happened between Devektra and Sandor before Devektra's performance in the night they met.
"Take a sit, make yourself comfortable."
Devektra walks over me and steps next to her mirror in the dressing room, where she sat and drew on her legs before I bursted into it. She takes her seat on the little wooden chair and crosses her legs.
As someone who got almost beaten by a dude, ran to get cover, and ended up in the same room with the most famous performer on Lorien, in a very awkward situation, I can't really do that Devektra suggests.
She looks at me, then moves her gaze quickly to her assistant, Mirkl. I still think he doesn't really like Devektra so much. He doesn't even seem a little bit interested in her, either.
"You're free, Mirkl." Devektra says and he leaves the room in a matter of seconds. The slammed door is the only sound in the room until Devektra starts to speak again.
At first, she just stares at me, before she smirks and says, with laughter in her voice, "What are you even doing here?"
I don't answer. Not because I don't have something to say, but because I'm confused- probably in the hundredth time since I've spoken with Devektra. I thought I made the reason why I'm here as clear as I could.
"I know why you're correctly in my room, Sandor, but why did you get into the club? And even more importantly, how?" Devektra asks me, leaning forward with her head on the top of her hands.
I'm surprised. It looks like Devektra's taking an interest in me. Is she really curious about the way I got in the Chimaera?
"Well, I get bored really often, so this is why I got in. I modified the age in my ID band to enter, actually." I explain. The enterance to most of the clubs in this area is electronic, your band is scanned and you get in, so it wasn't so hard for me to change my way in.
"Impressing," Devektra smiles at me. Should I feel proud? because all I feel is my cheeks burning. Devektra gives me a weird feeling, it's almost like she makes me feel something I that I wouldn't if it wasn't her talking to me right now. "So why did you had to run away? What, the security found out, you got into a fight, or something like that?"
"I saw my professor in the crowd and I needed to disappear. While my friend was distracting him, I accidently spilled some guy's drink and he attemped to kill me," I say, and with every word I feel like burying myself because I sound so lame even I would laugh at me if I could.
Devektra frowns. She looks hilariously shocked. "People like your professor come to clubs?" She says a little loud.
I can't help but laugh because of her reaction. After a several seconds, Devektra starts laughing too. We stay like that for a few moments, listening to each other's high pitched voices of happiness. [while the writer died because we're cuties]
I wip away a tear from my eye. "Apparently." I say, and barely manages to stifle a smile.
Devektra takes a deep breath to calm herself- and really, both of us- down. "I'll never be the same person again." She jokes.
She lays her eyes on me again. Only now I realize that they're storm colored. A lovely shade of light grey that her electric white wig brings out. Another thing that makes her look even more stunning.
"You know you could just run to the bathrooms, right?" Devektra ends the silence and gives me a teasing smile.
So we're playing that game again.
"The anger problems guy would have found me, if I did that. Besides, I couldn't stay in there forever."
It looks like Devektra wants to answer me, to keep our conversation going, but she looks at the clock and gets up from her chair. "I'm going on the stage in a few mintues," She says, and I stand up as well, getting her hint. I check the clock too, and realize how the time flew as we were talking.
When Devektra gets to the door, she opens it and turns around to me. "And as for my big fan," She says, referencing to what I've told her earlier, "You have a special seat tonight."