Story04:56 Feb 16 2014
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The begining of a story im writing...please be kind
“I don’t see why we have to be here,” Kara said, glancing around over the grinding bodies on the dance floor below them.
“We can sit at the bar,” her friend, Tiffany, said with an all too cheerful smile. When Kara frowned, she rolled her eyes, and caught her arm to drag her threw the thick mushing bodies toward the bar, adding, “We’ll go somewhere else if we don’t get you a handsome vampy to play with. Besides we are going to indulge ourselves like we deserve for once.”
“Right,” Kara breathed and slid into the stool tiffany directed her to. She then glanced over her shoulder nervously, her gaze going over every male and female surrounding them. Despite the already set sun, it was hot and most of the club groupies were dressed in as little clothing as possible getting ready for the upcoming full moon , she had no doubt of that. Even she felt the pull of the wolf and the increased notion of rubbing up on some stud that would be helpless to refuse the lusting of her wolf.
That wasn’t the only thing making her uncomfortable, however. It was the clientele here, as well. Most of the people here seemed half their age, though some were older. But no matter their age, they all seemed to be paired off. She and Tiffany were the only single females, or single anything as far as she could tell or see. Everyone else had a rutting partner for the night.
Probably for the best, Kara thought self loathingly as she noted that all the intimate moves and animal-like kisses being exchanged around them. The sight made her sigh and turn her eyes forward to stare at the variety of liquor lining the back of the bar as she wondered if this hadn’t been a huge mistake.
“What can I pleasure you ladies with tonight?”
Kara blinked as her view was suddenly full of by a hulk of a bartender. The man wore a black t-shirt and dark slacks. His eyes were deceiving his cool body control, suggesting he wanted to be out in the fray feeling up some lovely pixie. His teeth looked incredibly white against his tan skin as he beamed happily at them. Everyone here seemed to feeling the moon as she ought to, she noted.
Must be something wrong with her, Kara thought and forced a smile. “A glass of jack and coke, please.”
“The same for me,” Tiffany beamed. “And two shots of tequila as well”
“Tequila?” Kara asked as the bartender moved away.
“Yes tequila. And we are downing them the second they arrive and then ordering more,” Tiffany said with finality.
Kara hesitated. She wasn’t really interested in tequila shots, but simply asked, “Are you sure your head can handle it?”
Tiffany has been coping with mind splitting migraines that usually precede someone’s death. But she kept saying that she can control it now with minimum effort.
“I’m hoping the tequila shots keeps down the cursed visions I was born with,” Tiffany said. “Failing that it will make me puke it back out of my system. Either way, I won’t miss being in pain without it.”
Kara gave a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, well, I don’t think I-“
“Good, you shouldn’t be thinking,” Tiffany decreed firmly. “I brought you here so you wouldn’t think, remember? And to make you have hot steamy wolf sex with one of these alpha wolves I know are here and enjoy yourself for the first time since that tragic disaster of a love story God knows how long ago. And you are going to enjoy yourself, Kara Ryven, if I have to personally pour every last drop of alcohol down your throat.”
“I am enjoying myself,” she protested.
Tiffany snorted. “ Sugar , you’re wound up as a clock and have been for years. And, as your friend, I am going to be a pain in the ass to see you unwind even if it kills us both.”
Kara just stared at her blankly, then felt her shoulders drop. A small, real smile claiming her lips she said, “What would I do without you?”
“Lock yourself up and become a sex starved maniac and die lonely, old, and bitter.” Tiffany said promptly.
Kara laughed, but it was a hollow lonely sound, because the sad fact was that Tiffany was most likely right. If it weren’t for Tiffany she’d be still in lock down already, either in the cell she was held in or at work with her head buried in contracts as she struggled to forget the last ten years and pretend she wasn’t at all heart broken and, yes, bitter.
“So…….” Tiffany arched an eyebrow. “Let me nurse you back to health and happiness. I promise you are going to have fun tonight. You will laugh and you will even get laid. It will be the time that your rightful life will come alive.”
“ Right,” Kara said dryly, some of her nervousness regained. The last thing she wanted at this point was to get involved with another man, wolf or otherwise. Been there done that had heart torn out, has the scars to prove it, she thought grimly, and then glanced at the bartender as he returned with their drinks.
“Thank you,” Tiffany cheerfully said, pushing one of the shot glasses Kara’s way and then downing her shot with a grimace. “So…..” She glanced and waited pointedly.
Kara picked up her shot glass with resignation. Kara raised the small glass to her lips and took a sip, then downed it at Tiffany’s disappointed expression.
“That a girl,” Tiffany said with approval. Slapping her back with one hand, she took the empty glasses and set them in front of the bartender, saying “two more.”
“I don’t think this is going to help Tiff-“Kara said raspy.
“You haven’t been helping yourself so no telling me what not to do to try to help.” Tiffany said firmly.
Kara shook her head but accepted the shot when the bartender out it in front of them.
“To big muscles and hot nights!” Tiffany clinked her glass and waited for Kara to answer.
Kara downed her glass without prompting this time and waited for the sting to follow, but suspected her throat had already grown accustomed to the fiery liquid. This one went down smoothly , and she only coughed a little.
COMMENTS
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Kingblackbelt
02:08 Apr 08 2014
Excellent really enjoyed it