Roughly thirty minutes later after leaving the Dave and his new girlfriend,I found myself in a parking lot located near the Naughty Ostel. I was hardly surprised to see that the place was nearly packed. Muscle cars, sports cars, and just about every other car you could think of filled the spaces. Man, it's ganna be one heck of a night.... I turned the car off and hopped out of the car, nearly slipping and falling in a puddle as my shoes made contact with the extra step I had installed. I swear that thing is going to be the death of me one way or another, but hey it beats falling flat on your face every time you forget that it's raised a good foot of the ground. I pull up my hood as cross the street, the mass of hair sitting upon my head barely covered by it. A good portion of it sticks out over the right side of my face, but doesn't obscure my vision in the slightest. I make my way over to the entrance of the building, ducking under the front cable and positioning myself at the front of the line. I heard various phrases thrown at me, most of them along the lines of "Get to the back of the line!", "Hey I was here first!" and "Who do you think you are?"
I grin a bit as I make my way to the door, but was stopped by a large man in a black suit. Wow, I forgot how big Louis is.
His brown, bald head is a good six inches above mine and looks down at me with a blank expression. "Sorry, nobody is allowed in until Tony arrives." His booming voice silences the crowd, many looking at me with a surprised expression while the others were mouthing the words 'Fight!' What, did they honestly think I could take him on? I'd be flat as a pancake and dead as prisoner on death-row.
I lifted up my glasses and gave him my best smile showing him the key around my neck.. He was obviously surprised by the change in color as he undid the latch on the rope. "Sorry I'm late, car issues."
He just stood there motionless as I unlocked the door, the antticpation of a fight dissappearing as the door swung wide open. . "Alright everyone, it's time to party!" The people waiting behind me suddenly start cheering as I unlock the club, holding it open for the first few dozen people. I quickly made my way inside, blending with the crowd as they surged onto the dance floor while a good portion of them headed for the bar. Me? I made my way over to the turntables and plugged in my iPod. Now, which song to play first? Ah, here we go: Let's listen to.... The First of Me by Hoobastank!
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A few hours later and the party is in full swing. The beat is pumping, couples are talking, a few people are proposing, and someone just got dumped. See nothing interesting, I turn my gaze to the bar and see a few guys are sitting down and drinking, some of them having a few rounds while one of the others pukes his guts out. Must've tried the imported vodka, poor dude. Oh, it looks like one of his friends is going to help him aaaaaand he gets puked on. He throws a punch but misses, pegging another guy straight in the jaw. Oh man this is getting good. Better grab the popcorn and s-
"Hey Scratch!" A voice calls out in the club, distracting me from the classic bar fight scene. I look down from my stand and see a lady, or should I say young women judging by her looks, with dark hair. She's wearing a black jacket, partially obscuring the crescent moon printed on her midnight-blue shirt. Her pants are none other then a pair of denim jeans, which also have a crescent moon stitched onto the pockets. And her eyes, man those things shone like the night sky. Over-all, she looked infinitely better then your average party-goer. Some probably say she was hot, but since I wasn't piss-drunk I wasn't going to say that to her face. Not yet anyways. "Yeah, what it is?"
I mentally slapped my self. 'Yeah, what is it?' Best way to hit off a conversation with a extremely nice-looking person. That was smooth move Tony, real smooth.
"I wish to speak to you in private." I look around, seeing if there's anyone else she could be talking to. I see none and point to myself, which results in her rolling her eyes and doing a crooked nod. Well, if shes sober enough to ask... I step down from my raised platform and make my way over to her. "If you wanna talk in private then we can go backstage if you want, though staying out in the open isn't the best way to keep something secret."
"Very well, I shall follow you." Definitely sober. Or so drunk that she's acting sober. Regardless I lead her through the crowd rocking it out to Linkin Park, ending up having to hold on to her arm so that she wasn't lost in the maze of people that shifted around her. Thirty seconds of pushing people out of the way later we arrive at the empty stage with me still holding her arm. I notice this and quickly let go, smiling a bit as I see her blush a bit despite her best effort to hide it. "Alright, before we talk I want to make sure we get two things straight: One: My name isn't Sparky or Scratch or anything like and Two: Yes, I did dye my hair and no, I will not tell you how i did it."
"Then why did you respond to Scratch?"
"I didn't."
"Yes you did,"
"No, I didn't."
"Whatever you say...."
"So what is it that you want to talk to me about?"
The girl, who for had become distracted by a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face, suddenly reentered reality and blinked a few times. "Ah yes, now I remember. Do you know who I am?"
Like hell I don't but I wished I did. I looked at her choice of clothing once more, the moons and stuff reminding me a bit of History class with the Romans and the Greeks. I take my time and make an act out of it by scrunching up my face, letting out a long 'hmmmmm....'
"I'm going to take a wild guess and go with Luna."
"Actually, I- Wait, you guessed Luna?" If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was surprised at my guess. Lucky me.
"Unless my guess changed in the last five seconds, yeah I guess Luna."
"Oh," Her face seemed to deflate a bit. Woah, I hope I didn't say anything wrong. "Well, your the first I have met to guess my name correctly. Most, for some odd reason, responded with 'Artimis' or 'Goddess of the Night' and made some very unusual comments.. Do you know why?"
"Eh, I can think of a few reasons but I'm pretty sure you didn't drag me over here just to discuss what people call you so let's get down to business: What is it that you want from me?"
Now it was Luna's turn to make a face as her brows furrowed together, looking as if she forgot something but suddenly remembered what is it. She reached into a bag I had not noticed before an pulled out a manila envelope. "This contains files and pictures regarding the Everfree forest. I'd like you to have them."
"Dang, I was hoping for a few body shots and a phone number but hey a guy can dream..." It takes me a second to realize I just said that. Out-loud. In front of her. I face palm hard upon noticing that.
The 'Goddess of the Night' cocks an eyebrow at me. "Are you coming on to me?" Luna now had a judging look on her face, her arms cross and eyes looking at me in a very judging way. Oh jeez she looked so cute and serious at the same time when she does that... Gah, what am I saying?
"W-what? Me? No, no way would I ever hit on you like that! Besides, I'm not that kind of guy!" I feel my cheeks become warm as I waved my hands wildly as I try to dismiss the notion.
"Really? Then what kind of guy are you?" Woah, didn't see that one coming.
I start to speak but then I stop, taking a second to think over this. When someone asks you a personal question like that, you don't spit out the first few words that come to mind, you really have to dig deep and see who you really are. After a moment I answer her question carefully. "I'm the kind of guy you would depend on, one who could help you out of trouble and even a shoulder to cry on if you need one. I'm not one to take advantage of someone even if they are drunk or in a tight spot. I can be serious at times but not all the time. I guess I'm just a fun-loving guy who just happens to be a good DJ." We both stood there for a while after that, neither of us saying anything but you can only guess at how surprised I was went I felt her lips brush against mine and the tingling sensation I felt. It was like having a taste of a gourmet meal, only to have the dish taken away right before you go in for another bite.
"Good, because that's what I wanted to hear but I'm pretty sure that no one wants to hear Kids Bob in a nightclub." I just stare at in surprise for a moment as she vanishes from my view, her words registering in my brain roughly thirty seconds later.
"Crap!" I rush off the stage, forcing my way through the crowd to the DJ station as "Who let the Dogs out" blarred through the speakers.
After that, the kiss I mean, not the Kids Bob part, the night pass like a flowing river as I mixed music like never before. I'm pretty sure that never before has someone mixed classical music with dubstep, and then made it so that the song is centered on a cello. It was pretty damn beautiful. I'm sure that at one point that least half of the club literal dropped what they were doing and just stood and listened to the masterpiece I had created. My body tingled with excitement, knowing that this was my creation and that I was the best at what I did.
For the first time since my Dad's death, I felt happy.