The trio left B & J’s with satisfaction brimming within them. It had been a fruitful day and sohow they were more satisfied with their decision. The night was almost falling when they left.
"I think this was a blessing in disguise, the vibes were rocking in this company," Lawrence seed excited with the prospect.
"I agree completely and now I can’t wait for tomorrow," Skyla answered, rubbing her hands together. She would finally get to attend a comic con after a long while.
"Which character have you chosen to cosplay, Miss Skyla?" Lawrence asked excitedly, brimming to talk about his own.
"It’s a surprise," she winked at him and flashed a smile to Zyair who was casting this eager look her way. Outside he appeared calm like a lake while his insides were knotted in curiosity at what she would be wearing.
"How about you Mr Zyair?" Skyla asked with an equal amount of keenness and fascination.
"That will be a surprise as well," he evilly grinned, playing the sa ga she did.
"Well both of you can keep that aura of mystery but I will tell whom I am playing, fools, ya fools," he mimicked the words and actions of Killer Bee from Naruto. Doing the sa rap dance he always did while sitting.
Skyla wholeheartedly laughed, her sonorous sounds filled the car and Zyair couldn’t help but feel his heart dancing along with the music of her making.
Lawrence and Skyla continued their ani discussion while Zyair simply listened with his eyes mostly remaining focused on Skyla’s vibrant self.
"Where are we headed though?" Skyla finally asked, glancing outside at the rushing traffic.
"To a club, one of the finest. I want to dance with so girls and get drunk. Our boss here promised he would let go once I turn eighteen, today is the day he fulfils that oath."
Lawrence had this hungry and yet excited glint in his eyes while his words earned him an angry grunt from Zyair.
"We are not going to a club with Miss Skyla." He turned to face Lawrence who was sitting beside him.
"Relax, it’s a very safe space. No one is allowed to touch anyone else without consent. Just watch, dance and enjoy. I deserve this much, don’t you think? What you say, Miss Skyla?" Lawrence turned his attention to her with his hands pressed together. She felt her cheeks flaming as four inquisitive eyes were trained on her.
"Ahm! I would like to go to the club and celebrate," she quietly added although excitent was bubbling inside her like champagne bubbles.
"Here we go, see. Even Miss Skyla wants to let loose and enjoy after that fucked up dinner we had with those lousy brothers last night."
Zyair’s hands itched at the ntion and he looked away as unfathomable anger simred underneath his composed deanour.
"OK, but you better behave. No touching," he gave his consent, "And Miss Skyla will stay with ," and declared with finality. He wouldn’t let any asshole even in her vicinity.
"Deal."
The posh club Lawrence had searched for had a very strict policy on touch. Not the staff mbers and special pink presenters could approach or touch the patrons and it went the other way as well. Unless the prior permission had been taken or granted.
Most patrons frequenting this club mostly liked to drink, dance and watch the pink presenters dancing on the polls. So would request a lap dance but that was the extent of the touch.
They reached and wandered inside the lowly lit club. It wasn’t very crowded today due to it not being a weekend.
The ambience was rich and clean with lights in shades of blue and pink flooding the place.
The gaudy mural-styled walls slightly shook from the force of beat music that rumbled through the club.
Two pole dancers, a girl in a pink bunny dress with fur ear hairband on the head and an athletically built boy with a neon pink thong and girders, writhed and sensually danced on the poles.
A few people were lost in the musical world and danced their hearts out on the multi-coloured dance floor.
"This is heaven," Lawrence dramatically shrieked with his hands on his mouth.
"I am going to dance and let loose, senior citizens can sit and sip on drinks," he teased Skyla and Zyair and ran off, leaving Skyla in jitters and Zyair to shoot him a look which said ’unbelievable.’
Zyair guided Skyla towards a secluded corner stall with red leather box sofas and red curtains. Once she was comfortably seated he settled down on the other end and asked over the loud music.
"What would you like to have?"
She thought for a second before answering, "Long Island iced tea with lots of ice and lemon."
A server appeared to take their orders and Zyair asked for a Martini for himself and the drink for Skyla. He nodded and trotted off.
The club reminded Skyla of The Mirage and she was transported eight years back. A night when she t that mysterious stranger who removed all her inhibitions, made love to her and let her speak her heart out to him.
She wondered where he must be and if she would ever see him again. The only man she had been intimate with. Skyla was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realise Zyair calling her over the music.
"Miss Skyla? Do you like the pole dancer?" he shouted for the third ti, finally making Skyla realise where she had been staring all along. It was the male pole dancer who was lazily slipping down along the pole and a bunch of over-enthusiastic girls who had gathered in front of him were whistling and giggling.
The embarrassnt at the situation caught up to her too quickly and she looked away, trying to hide the flush that was fast appearing on her cheeks.
"Umm, no." Her answer had him laughing with his head thrown back.
"It’s alright if you do. Your secret is safe with ," he replied a bit bemused.
And she decided to turn the table on him.
"How about you Sir? You like clubbing or watching pole dancers or..." she didn’t finish her question.
"Strippers? That’s what you want to ask. If I like watching won seductively take off their clothes?" He added with a hint of mischief staring directly in her shy eyes.
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