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Constance stood in line outside of the "club." The Club was all it was known as, without so much as a sign to advertise its existence. To Constance, it looked like an old, abandoned warehouse that probably manufactured parts of airplanes circa WWII. Everything around the building was cold, dark and lifeless, minus a few street lights that blended with the moonlight which shimmered in the massive puddles in the parking lot which also looked like it hadn't been paved since the 1940s. The only sign of life from inside the building was the flicker of multicolored lights whose rays tried as hard as they could to shine through the thick glass block windows caked in decades of mud and soot. Consance was suprised the thud of the bass from the music inside didn't bring the building down to its foundation. All that came to mind was the old cliche, they sure don't build them like they used to. She did have a love for architecture, even that of the industrial warehouse sort.
"Seriously, Constance? You cancelled our book club meeting for this?" said her friend Melissa with the long blonde hair that couldn't be made any faltter if one ran over it with a steam roller. Constance shivered as her friend uttered the words "book club" as they waited in line to enter the rave.
"Shhhhh," Constance hushed her, obviously embarassed. "I know," she looked at Melissa with some hint of sympathy, "but we need to get out more and try new things. I'm tired of hiding behind books. This is college after all" Or so she said. Constance knew deep down inside there was no other place she would rather be right now than hiding behind a classic Thoreau or Poe. It wouldn't have to be a classic and difficult either. Some Harry Potter would do just fine right now. She and her three friends, so loyal and courageous, wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. Constance was never much for the bar scene, let alone a rave in a building who's only sign of being any kind of establishment consisted of a paperboard sign on a wood post clearly constructed from an old pallett which read, "No admittance if under 21" written in red permanent marker. Constance was pretty sure the ink hadn't dried yet. Still, no one was checking IDs. The big scruffy man with the generic "Staff" t-shirt was just collecting the $10 cover and letting anyone and everyone in. He would give the occasional male a hard time, telling him his shirt wasn't gonna cut it tonight. As if he really gave a shit about dress code or what anyone wore. He just wanted to stop the line so he could check out the behinds of the many 20-something girls walked through the doors and into The Club.
As the four academics approached the bouncer, Constance prepared to dig her ID out of her purse. Having just turned 21 , she couldn't help but want to proudly show the bouncer she was of age. Yet, as she handed over her cash, the man who either needed to shave or committ to a full beard, just nodded and waved her in. She pushed her thin wire framed glasses up her nose as she always did, not because they were falling, but because she was nervous as hell. Her friends, Melissa and the other two brunettes , Laura and Sasha, followed their friend closely, obviously terrifed. Oddly enough, in this group of studious book worms, Constance was the only one who wore glasses. Though, she was pretty sure that Sasha wore contacts but didn't want to admit it for some reason. "Will you two stop looking so scared. You're acting like we're surrounded by zombies or something." Constance chuckled as she reminded herself why she was here...Kitty.
There wasn't anyone else who could convince her to go out for a drink at a small pub, let alone dancing at some giant warehouse. It was clear from her attire she was out of place. The tall, yet slender redhead with long flowing hair had picked out an outift straight out of the sixties. She wore a long flowing ruffled dress colored navy blue with bright embroidered flowers consisting of the bright oranges, yellows, and greens. She draped a white sheer scarf over her shoulders. It isn't as though there was one set type of dress at a place like this, still, the awkward academic managed to stick out even amongst the girls with pink hair, green hair, pierced lips, and gauges. The fair skinned Constance never dared even pierce her ears, and couldn't imagine having something so permanent as a tatoo "burned" into her skin. If only she had asked Kitty to help her pick out an outfit, she would have at least found something to show off more of her curves, which were ever present and noticable despite her rather tall slender frame. At the very least, she had a cute round bum, which no one would know about tonight because it was hidden by navy blue ruffles and embroidered flowers.
The four girls, looking like four lost souls, took their place at an unoccuppied section of the bar. All of them leaning against the sleek black metal counter which was cold as the night air was outside. Laura, Sasha, and Melissa looked equally as out of place in their attire. Each wearing t-shirts and clean, crisp denim in the most uncool shade of blue one could find. Melissa did some research before hand and attempted to put a few holes in her jeans. Unfortunately she opted to use scissors rather than a razor blade turning her jeans into an art project gone bad.
The four stood there and stared out onto the dance floor. thump, thump, thump The blaring techno didn't promote casual conversation. The normally quiet subdued Constance had to shout to her friends, all the while ignoring the bartender who gave them a smug look saying either order a drink or get the fuck away from the bar. "I'm going to go find Kitty!" Constance screamed at her friends.
"Wha- Oh, yeah...I can't believe you dragged us here for her." Laura snapped.
Sasha chimed in as loud as she vould, "yeah, Connie-"
"Constance please!" If there was anything should couldn't stand, it was someone shortening her name. She knew her friends knew that, and therefore only did it out of spite.
"Well, Constance, you two are complete opposites and we obviously don't belong here. So go say hi and we'll be on our way."
Constance dished out the sarcasm, "Thanks! You two are so supportive." She was grateful though. They did come here after all. They were good friends, just narrow minded in Constance's eyes.
She gazed out into the crowd of people. Normally she could spot Kitty pretty easily as she did have a certain look about her, but there must have been at least three hundred people in her direct line of sight. She saw a sea of punks, gamers, and emos, with a few dolled up college sluts and even a goth here or there. She stared into the crowd and looked for her friend. All the while, the three she came with continued to complain about Kitty and the whole outting. Constance tuned them out though. She had been friends with Kitty for years. For whatever reason, she was intrigued by her. Even stranger, she was finding her attractive. More intense feelings had been creeping in as of late. Though the two had "fooled around" a bit, it was never more than a kiss or caress that Constance brushed off as experimentation or just innocent flirting. Still, deep down inside, Constance knew what she wanted. It wasn't that she wasn't open about her sexuality, at least to her friends. This group of four had many intellectual conversations about sexual orientation. Melissa even kissed Constance once. It was quiet a long kiss complete with tongue play and a lingering tug on her bottom lip. Yet, when Constance proposed they take it further Melissa told her that she was interested in women, but not her...for some reason
So the longing for Kitty continued. She knew her friend wouldn't treat her that way. She knew there was so much more destined to happen between them. She just needed to prove to Kitty she was more than a quiet bookworm nerd. She had to show she was open to new things. Which she was. Constance hoped coming here tonight would prove that to Kitty. Still, she looked out into the crowd for at least fifteen minutes and saw no sign of her. Finally, she gathered up the courage to venture out onto the dance floor. Again ignoring whatever snide comments her friends were making. Weaving and dodging the warm sweaty bodies, Constance muttered to herself. "She has to be here somewhere. She wouldn't give me these detailed directions and just not show, would she?"
"Seriously, Constance? You cancelled our book club meeting for this?" said her friend Melissa with the long blonde hair that couldn't be made any faltter if one ran over it with a steam roller. Constance shivered as her friend uttered the words "book club" as they waited in line to enter the rave.
"Shhhhh," Constance hushed her, obviously embarassed. "I know," she looked at Melissa with some hint of sympathy, "but we need to get out more and try new things. I'm tired of hiding behind books. This is college after all" Or so she said. Constance knew deep down inside there was no other place she would rather be right now than hiding behind a classic Thoreau or Poe. It wouldn't have to be a classic and difficult either. Some Harry Potter would do just fine right now. She and her three friends, so loyal and courageous, wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. Constance was never much for the bar scene, let alone a rave in a building who's only sign of being any kind of establishment consisted of a paperboard sign on a wood post clearly constructed from an old pallett which read, "No admittance if under 21" written in red permanent marker. Constance was pretty sure the ink hadn't dried yet. Still, no one was checking IDs. The big scruffy man with the generic "Staff" t-shirt was just collecting the $10 cover and letting anyone and everyone in. He would give the occasional male a hard time, telling him his shirt wasn't gonna cut it tonight. As if he really gave a shit about dress code or what anyone wore. He just wanted to stop the line so he could check out the behinds of the many 20-something girls walked through the doors and into The Club.
As the four academics approached the bouncer, Constance prepared to dig her ID out of her purse. Having just turned 21 , she couldn't help but want to proudly show the bouncer she was of age. Yet, as she handed over her cash, the man who either needed to shave or committ to a full beard, just nodded and waved her in. She pushed her thin wire framed glasses up her nose as she always did, not because they were falling, but because she was nervous as hell. Her friends, Melissa and the other two brunettes , Laura and Sasha, followed their friend closely, obviously terrifed. Oddly enough, in this group of studious book worms, Constance was the only one who wore glasses. Though, she was pretty sure that Sasha wore contacts but didn't want to admit it for some reason. "Will you two stop looking so scared. You're acting like we're surrounded by zombies or something." Constance chuckled as she reminded herself why she was here...Kitty.
There wasn't anyone else who could convince her to go out for a drink at a small pub, let alone dancing at some giant warehouse. It was clear from her attire she was out of place. The tall, yet slender redhead with long flowing hair had picked out an outift straight out of the sixties. She wore a long flowing ruffled dress colored navy blue with bright embroidered flowers consisting of the bright oranges, yellows, and greens. She draped a white sheer scarf over her shoulders. It isn't as though there was one set type of dress at a place like this, still, the awkward academic managed to stick out even amongst the girls with pink hair, green hair, pierced lips, and gauges. The fair skinned Constance never dared even pierce her ears, and couldn't imagine having something so permanent as a tatoo "burned" into her skin. If only she had asked Kitty to help her pick out an outfit, she would have at least found something to show off more of her curves, which were ever present and noticable despite her rather tall slender frame. At the very least, she had a cute round bum, which no one would know about tonight because it was hidden by navy blue ruffles and embroidered flowers.
The four girls, looking like four lost souls, took their place at an unoccuppied section of the bar. All of them leaning against the sleek black metal counter which was cold as the night air was outside. Laura, Sasha, and Melissa looked equally as out of place in their attire. Each wearing t-shirts and clean, crisp denim in the most uncool shade of blue one could find. Melissa did some research before hand and attempted to put a few holes in her jeans. Unfortunately she opted to use scissors rather than a razor blade turning her jeans into an art project gone bad.
The four stood there and stared out onto the dance floor. thump, thump, thump The blaring techno didn't promote casual conversation. The normally quiet subdued Constance had to shout to her friends, all the while ignoring the bartender who gave them a smug look saying either order a drink or get the fuck away from the bar. "I'm going to go find Kitty!" Constance screamed at her friends.
"Wha- Oh, yeah...I can't believe you dragged us here for her." Laura snapped.
Sasha chimed in as loud as she vould, "yeah, Connie-"
"Constance please!" If there was anything should couldn't stand, it was someone shortening her name. She knew her friends knew that, and therefore only did it out of spite.
"Well, Constance, you two are complete opposites and we obviously don't belong here. So go say hi and we'll be on our way."
Constance dished out the sarcasm, "Thanks! You two are so supportive." She was grateful though. They did come here after all. They were good friends, just narrow minded in Constance's eyes.
She gazed out into the crowd of people. Normally she could spot Kitty pretty easily as she did have a certain look about her, but there must have been at least three hundred people in her direct line of sight. She saw a sea of punks, gamers, and emos, with a few dolled up college sluts and even a goth here or there. She stared into the crowd and looked for her friend. All the while, the three she came with continued to complain about Kitty and the whole outting. Constance tuned them out though. She had been friends with Kitty for years. For whatever reason, she was intrigued by her. Even stranger, she was finding her attractive. More intense feelings had been creeping in as of late. Though the two had "fooled around" a bit, it was never more than a kiss or caress that Constance brushed off as experimentation or just innocent flirting. Still, deep down inside, Constance knew what she wanted. It wasn't that she wasn't open about her sexuality, at least to her friends. This group of four had many intellectual conversations about sexual orientation. Melissa even kissed Constance once. It was quiet a long kiss complete with tongue play and a lingering tug on her bottom lip. Yet, when Constance proposed they take it further Melissa told her that she was interested in women, but not her...for some reason
So the longing for Kitty continued. She knew her friend wouldn't treat her that way. She knew there was so much more destined to happen between them. She just needed to prove to Kitty she was more than a quiet bookworm nerd. She had to show she was open to new things. Which she was. Constance hoped coming here tonight would prove that to Kitty. Still, she looked out into the crowd for at least fifteen minutes and saw no sign of her. Finally, she gathered up the courage to venture out onto the dance floor. Again ignoring whatever snide comments her friends were making. Weaving and dodging the warm sweaty bodies, Constance muttered to herself. "She has to be here somewhere. She wouldn't give me these detailed directions and just not show, would she?"