Even I didn't believe the speed at which I wrote this chapter. Wow, I wanted to see some of this.
And something surprised me. I checked the tag of this ship and saw something that surprised me: it's the first fanfic of this ship! Even I didn't believe it. I thought there would be more. What happened, creators of Fanfiction?
Now the xenophobia begins... I mean, the adventure of these two. .
The "Inferno" club lived up to its name. From the outside, the building seemed to burn with red and orange lights, pulsing to the beat of the music that escaped every time the door opened. Chilli and Frisky joined the line of people waiting to get in, excitement buzzing between them like electricity.
"Do you remember the last time we went out like this?" Chilli asked, adjusting her dress.
Frisky burst out laughing. "You mean the night we ended up dancing on the bar at 'Payaso de Rodeo'? How could I forget it?" Her eyes sparkled with the memory, and her smile was contagious.
"I still can't believe they let us come back after that," Chilli said, shaking her head with a grin and fiddling with one of her long earrings. The cool metal against her fingers helped her keep her cool, even though excitement threatened to bubble over.
"Honey, with the way you danced, they'd probably offer you a job if you asked," Frisky teased, winking.
Chilli felt her cheeks heat up, and not just from the night's chill. "Oh, shut up. It wasn't that big of a deal."
"Are you kidding? You were like a living flame—hot and dangerous." Frisky stepped a little closer, her sweet and spicy perfume blending with the night air.
The line inched forward, and the two friends watched the other clubgoers. There was everything from young groups dressed in the latest fashion to older couples clearly out for an adventurous night. A group of girls nearby wore coordinated dresses in different shades of red, as if they planned to be a fiery rainbow.
Before Chilli could reply, they reached the club's entrance. The bouncer, a man with arms like tree trunks, looked them up and down before nodding and stepping aside to let them in.
Inside, "Inferno" was even more impressive. The walls were decorated with murals of flames and dancing demonic figures, detailed enough to look like they were moving under the shifting lights. Red and orange lights flickered in time with the music, making it seem like the whole place was on fire. The floor, a mosaic of black and red tiles, created hypnotic patterns that seemed to change with each step.
"All it needs is a Mexican flag to look like hell," Frisky joked, walking with more swagger.
Chilli looked at her and started laughing, the sound mixing with the electronic music filling the space. "Silly girl, save those moves for the dance floor."
Frisky glanced at Chilli, and for some reason, her spark dimmed just a little. She looked down for a second, then quickly smiled again. "Let's just have fun," she said, with the energy of a nun. Chilli was about to tease her, but then she got distracted by the sight in front of her.
"Wow!" Chilli exclaimed, her eyes trying to take it all in. "This is insane!"
In the center of the club, a circular dance floor was surrounded by raised platforms where dancers in costumes that looked like flames moved with hypnotic grace. Their movements were fluid and sensual, as if they were actually made of liquid fire.
Above it all, a massive chandelier shaped like a blazing sun slowly spun, casting light patterns that danced like tongues of fire over the dancers and the crowd. Silver-painted skeletons decorated the walls. "I thought they were Venezuelans working here," Chilli mused as she passed them by.
Frisky smiled, clearly pleased with her friend's reaction. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, as if Chilli's amazement were the gift she had been waiting to give. "Told you so. Now, how about we try that 'Kiss of Fire'?"
They made their way through the crowd to the bar, a long, curved counter that looked like it was made of polished obsidian. Red and gold lights reflected off its surface, creating the illusion of cooled lava. The bartender, a guy with hair dyed as bright red as Chilli's, smiled at them. His movements were precise and elegant as he mixed drinks for other customers, as if he were performing a choreographed dance.
"What can I get you, ladies?" His voice was deep and melodic, perfectly audible despite the background noise.
"Two 'Kisses of Fire,'" Frisky ordered, leaning over the bar to be heard above the music.
The bartender nodded and got to work with an enthusiasm that suggested he was about to perform magic rather than simply make a cocktail. Chilli watched, fascinated, as he mixed the ingredients with the skill of a magician. His hands moved with astonishing precision as he poured, shook, and blended liquids from various bottles, some of which seemed to contain liquid fire.
In a matter of minutes, two deep red cocktails topped with pale green foam were in front of them. The contrast of colors was striking, and tiny golden sparks seemed to dance in the red liquid, as if it truly held bottled fire.
"Here you go," said the bartender, winking at them. "Careful, they bite."
Chilli took her glass, admiring the contrast between the red liquid and the green foam. The glass was cold against her fingers, forming an interesting dichotomy with the heat emanating from the contents. The scent of lime and cilantro mixed with the spicy aroma of chili, making her mouth water. Tiny droplets of condensation slid down the outside of the glass, glistening like diamonds under the club's flickering lights.
"To us," she said, raising her glass toward Frisky.
"To us," her friend echoed, gently clinking her glass against Chilli's. The sound of the glass was barely audible over the music, but the moment felt significant, as if they were sealing a secret pact.
Both took a sip at the same time. Chilli felt the flavor explode in her mouth. The chili-infused tequila created a sensation of warmth that spread down her throat, while the lime and agave added a touch of sweetness that perfectly balanced the heat. The cilantro foam added a fresh note that completed the experience.
Chilli took her glass, admiring the contrast between the red liquid and the green foam. The glass was cold against her fingers, forming an interesting dichotomy with the heat emanating from the contents. The scent of lime and cilantro mixed with the spicy aroma of chili, making her mouth water. Tiny droplets of condensation slid down the outside of the glass, glistening like diamonds under the club's flickering lights.
"To us," she said, raising her glass toward Frisky.
"To us," her friend echoed, gently clinking her glass against Chilli's. The sound of the glass was barely audible over the music, but the moment felt significant, as if they were sealing a secret pact.
Both took a sip at the same time. Chilli felt the flavor explode in her mouth. The chili-infused tequila created a sensation of warmth that spread down her throat, while the lime and agave added a touch of sweetness that perfectly balanced the heat. The cilantro foam added a fresh note that completed the experience.
Chilli playfully tapped her arm. "The cocktail, silly. Though the bartender's not bad either."
They both laughed, the alcohol starting to take effect, loosening their inhibitions and heightening their good mood. The music seemed louder now, the bass resonating in their chests like a second heartbeat.
"Come on," Frisky said, taking Chilli's hand. Her skin was warm and soft, her grip firm and sure. "Let's dance a bit before these cocktails knock us off balance."
They ventured onto the dance floor, where the music pounded so loudly that Chilli could feel it vibrating in her chest. The DJ was mixing a reggaeton song with electronic touches, creating an irresistible rhythm that soon had both friends moving to the beat.
The crowd on the dance floor was thick but not suffocating, and the air was charged with energy and anticipation. Bodies moved as one, united by the rhythm and the electric atmosphere of the club. The flashing lights created an almost dreamlike atmosphere, making time seem to move differently.
Chilli let herself get lost in the music, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the song. Next to her, Frisky danced with abandon, her multicolored dress creating a hypnotic effect under the club's flashing lights. For a moment, Chilli found herself watching her friend, admiring the way she moved, the freedom and joy she radiated.
"Hey!" Frisky shouted over the music, opening her eyes and catching Chilli's gaze. "Stop staring and dance!"
Chilli blinked, snapping out of her trance, a light blush creeping up her cheeks that could have been from the heat, the alcohol, or something else. "Sorry!" she shouted back, having to lean close to Frisky's ear to be heard. "You just dance so well!"
Buoyed by the alcohol and the music, Chilli let loose completely. She spun, swayed her hips, and threw her arms into the air. Frisky followed her, their movements naturally syncing. Soon, they found themselves dancing together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Time seemed to fade away as they danced. Song after song, Chilli and Frisky stayed on the floor, lost in the music and each other's company. Occasionally, they returned to the bar for more cocktails, each one more delicious than the last.
"This place is amazing!" Chilli shouted after her third 'Kiss of Fire.' Her head was spinning slightly, but she felt euphoric.
"I know!" Frisky responded, her cheeks equally flushed, her eyes glowing with an intensity that rivaled the club's lights. "I'm so glad you're loving it!"
"I love it!" Chilli looked around, once again admiring the club's décor. The demonic figures on the walls now seemed to be moving, dancing to the music. "It's like we're in hell, but in the best way!"
Frisky laughed, the sound musical and slightly wild. "I guess that makes us demons!" She ran a hand through her hair, messing it up in a way that only made her look more attractive.
"Very sexy demons!" Chilli added, winking. The alcohol had made her bolder, more willing to speak her mind without filters.
They looked at each other for a moment and then burst into laughter. Chilli felt a wave of affection for her friend. Frisky always knew how to make her laugh, how to make her feel free and happy. There was something special about her, something that made every moment together feel like a bucket full of cement—well, that was the idea.
"Hey!" Frisky suddenly said, her eyes lighting up with that special glint Chilli had learned to recognize as the prelude to some craziness. "I just had a crazy idea!"
"Oh no!" Chilli joked. "Your crazy ideas always end in 'flights'!"
"Exactly!" Frisky grinned widely, her white teeth shining under the club's red lights. She leaned in closer, as if about to share a state secret. "How about we get up on stage and dance with the go-go dancers?"
Chilli looked toward the stage, where several dancers dressed in flame-themed costumes moved sensually. Their bodies glistened with sweat under the lights, and their movements were hypnotic and seductive. For a moment, the idea seemed absurd—the kind of craziness only Frisky would think of. But then, the alcohol in her system whispered that it sounded like a great adventure, and after all, what was life without a little madness?
"You know what?" she said, feeling a surge of boldness warming her blood more than any cocktail. "Let's do it!"
Frisky squealed with excitement and grabbed Chilli's hand, dragging her toward the stage. As they pushed through the crowd, Chilli felt her heart pounding, a mix of nerves and excitement rushing through her veins.