The Saturday night clubbing crowd was as rowdy as one would think. The blaring of the noncreative so-called music filled the room. Leaving no corner empty just as the multitude of colorful lights did the same. Fueling every patron to continue with would be attempts at dancing. Which was only amplified by the numerous drinks that already did so. Those who came with their respective parties stuck close to them like glue. Leaving the poor fools hoping to get some, to lie in wait for a strong willed one of these packs to adventure off. Whether to use the facilities, or to get the one last shot. Then there was Astrid, who by some miracle was convinced by her gal pals to adventure out.
The short blond hair women had been in such a rut as of lately sense being ghosted by her long time significant other. Just up and leaving without a word to the fragile female, like she was nothing. Cupping her barely touched glass of whatever god forsaken beverage giving to her. Most likely presented to her by none other than Jan. The self-proclaimed leader of their little group of 20 somethings. She was as thick-headed as she was over self-confident in her looks. She probably held a relationship for as long as she held onto a non-consumed drink. Many of which were gifted to her in the same way by men hoping to get in some face. Quick to accept the drinks and even quicker to excuse herself. Without them getting in whatever pickup line they read on the google search made prior of "top 10 pick-lines to get chicks.".
Getting what she had come for ... AKA enough drinks for each of the four women present on this escapade to get Miss Astrids groove back. Their circle closed and kept out the invaders of thirsty male goers. Their conversation quickly moved to the main goal of the night. Surveying the bodies around the room and looking for the one who might meet their standards for their friend. Would it be Justin at the bar? No, he oozed the sense of once he had his fill, she would be walking home feeling worse than how Astrid already felt. Then how about nicely dressed Paul? Oh, for sure not. For Deborah, the spunky red head of the quad saw him already getting cozy with the tall bartender Billy. Which killed two birds with one stone. Eliminating him as well from the non-existent list made so far. Incoming the fourth and married one of them Lisa to spot Brandon. Seemingly looking to be in the same situation as Astrid. Surrounded by his brothers from other mothers as they say. Looking about the Fine establishment for an even finer lady who would get the homebody to come out of his shell more.
With their target acquired, the weak link was sent off to fetch drinks. Eye contact between the captains of both small love fireteams was exchanged. Jan eyes motions toward her mission given friend. Jacob who just happened to be Brandon's older brother. Eyes had found Astrid and locked on. His hand rising then falling quickly on the younger's back. Giving a light suggestion or more so a light command to get them another round. Brandon gave a deep sigh and moved forward not wanting to tell his sibling no. Shuffling to the bar and tapping the stained wood to get the bartender's attention. Only to almost echoed by the person of opposite gender next to him. Ordering a round of whatever the cheapest hard stuff they had on hand. They met eyes and so began the awkward exchange of "sorry" and "no you were here first ". It was no time at all before the tenseness between the two melted away. The stuttering chuckles turned to flirty giggling. Though in no way was his game in any peak condition, the other didn't care.
What was supposed to be a quick fetch quest, turned into an hour of talking. They hit it off as more and more common interest was dung up. Both parties, feeling proud of their success, decided to leave the two alone and just enjoyed their own nights. Another hour passed and the club grew quieter and less crowded as those who occupied it before trickled out. Each group bid their goodbyes to one another. With Jacob and Jan having also hit it off leaving together. Of course, not before both threatening Brandon to be a gentleman or else. With a galp and a rosy blush from him in reply, they left. Heeding the warning of the two authoritative figures, Brandon offered his new companion a ride home. Grabbing their respective things, they exited the bar and headed towards the male's vehicle. The full moon illuminating the alleyway short cut Astrid had suggested. Continuing his civic duty of being an upstanding guy that he was trying to be. He opened the door for her and helped her into the blue slightly rusted SUV. Once situated, he then closed the door, and started his way around the back. Giving him some extra time to take a much-needed deep breath. Which then gave the perfect time for a yet to be detected third wheel to stop his on-looking and finally enter the picture which had been painting itself all night.
It was so enduring to see these two lesser individuals find one another. It could almost melt a frozen heart .... almost. Though this man was not here to warm up the organ, but instead to watch it pump blood through its left ventricle one last time. Oh, the look on his face as the knife met his abdomen. The quick switching between fear, confusion, and finally his favorite part ... nothingness. The now lifeless body of poor Brandon crumpled to the ground. Knife still buried deep, with the other's hand still gripping the handle. The excitement and laughter of the new addition was bubbling on the surface. He knew better and kept his cool for the time being. It would ruin everything if he had to rush the second act of this play. Getting back to their feet, then adjusting his glass. The mystery guest started peering through the dirt covered back window to make sure the guest of honor didn't notice his arrival. Her head hung down as the faint glow of her phone lit up her face. Circling the rest of the way and entering the vehicle. His heart raced and fluttered as the unexpected happened. Sitting there, eyes making contact, and both parties' knives at one another's throats. Even in the dark space he could see she was as caught off guard as the other was. Silence ruled over them both, before eventually losing to her curiosity.
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"You're not Brandon?" She asked in a calm voice, even for a woman with a blade lightly kissing her fair pale flesh. The male's small smirk slightly widened at this amusing inquiry of hers.
"For his sake, looks like that is a good thing. Well, you know if he wasn't already in a pool of his own blood." The silence once again returned to them both. Without needing to say another word, an unspoken agreement was made between the occupants of the now ownerless truck. Pulling away their tools and keeping them in sight for the other to see. They spoke again, tilting their head questioningly to the side. The man's darkened brunet hair slightly moving in response to the sudden movement. "I'd say it would be safe to assume that if I didn't get to the poor lad, that you would of?"
She replied with a soft but playful "Maybe." The bitterness in Astrid's voice was noticeable even coated in all this sugar as it was. The feeling of familiarity washed over the man. Like looking into a reflection and just staring at himself. Though this version of him was several inches shorter and was for sure on the cutesier side. Her pools of blue that seemed to shine even in the darkness, peering into the green of his. The male was to break the silence this time around.
"Michael." She stayed quiet but gave another questioning look. His eyes playfully rolling, accompanied by a chuckle. "It's called a name my darling." His teasing was met with an eye roll of her own.
"I don't recall asking... Also, wouldn't it be a mishap on your part to let me know your name?" before even getting a moment to answer this line of questioning. The tip of the knife which she held pointed towards Him. Mere inches away from Michael's face, though not getting the reaction he felt she had hope for. "Also, I am not your darling ... Michael~." His name rolled off her tongue with a slight sassiness. "The name is Astrid." Raising an eyebrow, but his smile never faltering, and head still cocked.
"Now look who's making the mishap of letting me know your name. Also, I already knew your lovely name." A new question was about to leave her light pink colored lips. When a blood curdling scream entered both their ears. Looking out the window, none other than Jacob and Jan stood a couple yards away from the SUV. Horror covered their faces looking at the corpse before them. As she was distracted by the two new people. Michael quickly grabbed Astrids knife and gave a quick bow of his head. "Looks like this will be the end of this first act. Until we meet again Dar.... I mean Astrid." With that he kicked the door open right as the older Jacob's hand reached for the doorknob. Sending him flying before hitting the ground. Not wanting to waste this opportunity. Michael bolted from the Truck and sprinted from the scene. His fair scene partner sat in awe before quickly putting on the act of someone who should be in this situation. Flying the door open to her side, running around the back. Once to the back giving Bradon's body a once over. Holding back the ever-growing sense of frustration from having her pray taking right from under her. She replaced it with a look of fear and terror as she screamed. Matching her friends, who she had now rushed to. Crying into Jan's chest while gripping the fabric of the other's top.
Not long after, the cops were finally called. The women and now grieving brother gave their accounts of what they saw. Astrid making up everything that had transpired after Michael entered the SUV. After being looked over by the medics and driven home by an officer. The Blond sat on her couch just going over everything in her head. So many questions filled it now.
"Who was this Michael? And how'd he know my name?" But most importantly. The question that would trump over all the rest and made her night a sleepless one. "Will I ever see him again?" her hand raised towards the ceiling of her apartment. Finally falling to hang over the back of the said couch. A cat lazily named Mr. Whiskers, rubbed against her side. Picking him up and cradling close. Astrid retired to bed and let whatever sleep... though not much take her.