Post by Kian O'Connor on Aug 31, 2009 5:34:37 GMT -5
Kian was in a smoky nightclub drinking a Smirnoff’s Ice and listening to a band that Patch must have recommended. He had been there for quite some time and he was feeling very impatient. A girl he barely knew came over and whispered in his ear. “You really should try it,” she left a green tinted drink behind with a burning sugar cube floating in it. He looked at the drink fearfully, but felt drawn to taste it. It was bitter, but drinkable and soon it was gone.
Watching the dancers, Kian became aware of a figure that wove among them wearing something that kept catching his eyes. The strobe lights made it hard for him to fix on the person though and he stood to go closer. It seemed the harder he tried the less he could see of the person so he stood still. Soon it was clear that it was Patch and he was wearing a silver lame shirt. Kian blinked and then Patch wore skinny jeans with the slinky top.
His friend looked very beguiling in the outfit and he called out his name, but Patch began to run away, but in a playful manner, stopping to look back to see if he was following. Kian was and he reached out to catch his arm, but only managed to get the lame which came off in his hand. Patch became irate and yelled out “Rape”. Kian found himself being pulled away by the police. He held out a hand and called out, “But I love you,” as he was thrown in an old fashioned paddy wagon.
Kian woke up with his heart pounding and breathing heavy. “Oh God, I have got to start dating,” he moaned.
Watching the dancers, Kian became aware of a figure that wove among them wearing something that kept catching his eyes. The strobe lights made it hard for him to fix on the person though and he stood to go closer. It seemed the harder he tried the less he could see of the person so he stood still. Soon it was clear that it was Patch and he was wearing a silver lame shirt. Kian blinked and then Patch wore skinny jeans with the slinky top.
His friend looked very beguiling in the outfit and he called out his name, but Patch began to run away, but in a playful manner, stopping to look back to see if he was following. Kian was and he reached out to catch his arm, but only managed to get the lame which came off in his hand. Patch became irate and yelled out “Rape”. Kian found himself being pulled away by the police. He held out a hand and called out, “But I love you,” as he was thrown in an old fashioned paddy wagon.
Kian woke up with his heart pounding and breathing heavy. “Oh God, I have got to start dating,” he moaned.
