Ok, you can do this. You've gotten so close to doing this so just get it over with. Darrell thought as he paced back and forth in front of Tia's door. Come on! It's been two years, it's been long enough.
Two Years Ago
"Yo! What is up everybody! This is the master of the mixer, the sultan of synth and inexplicably called Steve by the manager, DJ DArK STAr."Darrell screamed above the Unce of the music to the crowd of the busiest night club in all of New York City. "We're gonna be taking a 15 minute break but then we will be back to get this party started once again!"
The cheers filled the club as he walked down from the stage.
"Yo, Steve my boy!" The Boss Man called from behind the bar
"I told you once before, my name is Darrell,not Steve. Get it right man."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Just get me three shots of Patron Silver and two Four Loco's."
"Milwaukee Triple Pound'r eh?"
"You know it man!"
The Boss Man smiled as he started to mix the drink. Darrell could care less. He was staring at a beauty he had seen in here several times over the last month. She stood at least 5'8", her arms and legs were lanky and thin. They looked as if they couldn't even hold the weight of her full body. She was sexy to say the least, but he could care less about her breasts or ass. He was focused on her hair. The colors were so strange. Having studied art for the last 5 years, he recognized them by heart. It was a 4-toned mane consisting of a light cerulean, a light turquoise, an extremely light cobalt blue and a pale purple or heliotrope color. It was beautiful, but still not as beautiful as her grayish-magenta eyes. It was almost as if she was... No, she couldn't be. A girl like that being a...
"One Triple Pound'r. Want me to charge it?"
"Dude, you know I have to."
"Whatever, just drink and get back to work."
"Eh, shut up." He grabbed the glass and knocked back the drink. It went down as smooth as broken glass.
"That looks good!" He froze and turned around, the mysteriously beautiful lady was standing right behind him.
"Uhhh.... I-it's a Milwaukee Triple Pound'r. Y-you want one?"
"One? Fuck that! Hey Barkeep!"
"What'll it be, Tia?"
"Four Triple Pound'rs over here!"
"Coming up!"
"Damn!" He looked up at her. "Four of these things, now that is my kind of drinker!"
"That's barely a drink to me."
"Sure, we'll see when I'm having to scoop your ass up off the dance floor when you pass out."
"Who said you have to wait til' then." She said giving a flirting wink. He tensed up and blushed. The girl smiled and giggled a bit."Your cute. My name is Tia."
"I'm Darrell."
Ok....here we go! He knocked against Tia's door, holding a bouquet of her favorite flower, Japanese Cherry Blossoms.
"Come In!" Tia yelled from inside her apartment and he instantly obliged the offer. He rushed headlong into the large, and very open living room. The place looked more like a ballroom at an old castle than anything.
"Hey Hey Hey!"
"Hehe, Hey Darrell." She smiled as she looked over at from her chair. "You ready to go?"
"You know I am, but there is one thing I wanted to tell you before we go...well two things."
"Ok, what's the first thing?"
He grabbed a small box from out of the flowers and got down on one knee. Before he could even look up at her she was already answering him.
"If your asking what I think your asking, I say YES!"
"Really!?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Great!" He exclaimed as he slid the ring onto her finger. "Now come on, I've called us a cab and we are going to the best restaurant in all of New York."
"Well, lets go then." She said planting a kiss on his lips before grabbing her purse.
"Alright." He said as she took his arm and he lead her outside. He wasn't really dressed to go anywhere special, just a clean T-Shirt and nice jeans. He stood out in major contrast to Tia, who always wore the same style white dress with gold accents, large white high-heeled boots and finger less arm-length gloves with the same golden accents. It was stunning to say the least.
They got down to the street corner and waited for a passing taxi. They did not notice a small man waiting in the shadows of the building behind them. This man had been stalking Tia for weeks...well it was normal for a professional model to have a few stalkers.
"So, where did you have in mind for dinner."
"Well, I was thinking we could go down to Papa Fazoli's for and get there....i don't know....rooftop table."
"Sounds awesome!" She reached out to him for a hug, but was stooped by the man running at them from the shadows.
"GET AWAY FROM HER YOU ASSHOLE!" He screamed as his fist landed a blow square to Darrell's chest and sent him flying into the road...
Just as a bus was going by.
"DARRELL!" was the last thing he heard as the bus slammed into him and forced him from this world.
Well, my luck had to run out sometime
He closed his eyes and waited for death to whisk him away from the mortal bonds of this Earth, it's icy embrace willing to drag him into the bottomless pits of hell....
But it never came....
Darrell opened his eyes, expecting to see the grim reaper standing over him, ready to strike him down. No such figure appeared, but someone was standing over him. A tall, white alicorn with golden accents on her hooves. Her mane flowed 4-tones....light cerulean, light turquoise, extremely light cobalt blue and a pale heliotrope. Her eyes glowed a grayish-magenta.
"Hello Darrell. Sorry I had to reveal myself to you before I had originally planned to."
Darrell looked up at her shocked. "Dear God, I must be dead."
"You are not dead, and you may still call me....Tia."