All The Pretty Colors @Alo
Laughing wildly, Michigan moved through the crowd with Karissa and Ian. They had quickly become her good friends and not just her fellow convicts from community payback. This club was practically pounding, vibrations rocketed through Mitch’s bones. Blacklight paint was flying through the air and the crowd was every color of the rainbow. Everyone was glowing reds, oranges, yellows, greens and blues. Michigan’s hair was bright red and her arms were streaked with every other color there could’ve been. The club was swirling around her, and the music pulled her in. Large drums were set up all around and people would beat on them causing more noise and paint to scatter in all different directions. It was a pretty packed tight and there was more space towards the back, which was where Karissa was headed, she had been complaining earlier about needing some hard liquor. After dancing to several songs, Ian grabbed her by the arm, adding a green handprint to the collaboration of color on her body. He dragged her over to a free drum and hit it hard. Orange and green flew up into the air, splatter all over them. Michigan slid her fingers through a puddle of blue on the drum and then wiped it on her cheeks, making it look like war paint. She grinned devilishly. “This means war,” She told him before beating the drum several times. Ian was already practically drenched and he moved around the drum trying to catch Mitch. “Hey, c’mere, give ole Ian a hug, yeah?” Giggling, Michigan quickly moved off the side going towards Karissa who was talking to some random to the side by the bar. Ian got Mitch from the back, slapping her ass so hard, there was sure to be a mark both on her jeans and on her skin. She shoved him playfully as they came to Karissa who said she wanted to ditch the club to go to this random’s party. Michigan was too into the music to go and decided to pass and Ian, who never passed up a party, tagged along with Karissa. Michigan didn’t mind being alone at a club. She could handle herself. Waving to them as they left, Michigan called for a shot for herself, wondering if she could get some acid of someone soon. When it came, Michigan downed the shot in no time flat and giggled to herself. She spun around in a circle from the bar as paint rained from some sprinkler on the ceiling, laughing. Suddenly she stopped, recognizing a face in the crowd looking at her.
On the pole he pulled off a flyer. He quickly read it and then re-read it. He had to think about what he had read. There was some event at a night club, there was a cover charge but he had time to sell a bag to get the money. He also had no real plans, so he went to Roundview to sell to some of the loitering kids. He didn’t need to be around his old college for long before he made some money. He would have enough for a few drinks as well. He quickly made it back to the van and he was off to return home to get into some nice clothes. Well some nice clothes he wouldn’t mind getting a bit dirty. As he pulled into the darkening drive to his farm house. He let the van idle as he hopped out and made his way through the door, quickly to his room and he stripped. After getting into the new clothes, wearing a vest with the ability to hold a few baggies of ganja he quickly left before his mother called out. He didn’t feel like having to explain anything to her and he didn’t feel like lying either. Because he would have to, she didn’t need to worry about him but she would. He climbed into his van, and drove off. The flyer was on the passenger seat and he lifted it to his face. As he drove he glanced at it, trying to remember the address because he sort of knew the street. But he didn’t want to make a mistake. It got darker as the night slowly went behind him but he made it to the club, jumped out of his van after he shut it down. He brushed off his vest, fixed his hair and made his way into the club. As he paid the bouncer, after waiting in line it wasn’t five minutes before paint splashed on him. It was cold and sticky and not very pleasant but most everyone was off their faces. He made his way to the bar and ordered himself a few shots, he quickly took them and started to feel a bit looser. Only part of his face had paint and it had dried to him. A few more color bombs exploded around him and rained down a technicolor vomit and he as he turned he caught eyes with a girl. She was short, brunette and had a name of a state. But he never called her by that name, well he had only seen her once before but she was very cute, very short and she smiled when she saw him. He walked over to her, “Fancy seeing you here Mittens, been awhile since our visit to Jungle Karma Pizza.”
Her grin nearly broke off her face, maybe she wouldn’t have to be alone after all. “Lumpy! We meet again.” She looked up at that tall red-headed goober who gave her the best introduction to Bristol. She was happy to see him again, maybe he had some of that ganja on him… But maybe he didn’t want to keep with her for longer than a hello. Her smile involuntarily faltered at the thought and slowly she wiped it away, calling to the bartender she ordered some shots for her and Alo. “W-What are you doing here?” She asked him as she turned back, trying to find anyway to match up to his incredible height. “I hope you didn’t come here alone?” Listening to him speak, she let herself remain as loose as she had been and continued to smile. Michigan took time to notice him at that moment. Even with the tallness, overall gawky way of moving and paint covered skin, he was actually… rather cute. He didn’t seem to hate her guts or he wouldn’t have come over to her. He had treated her quite nicely when they had first and last met and ran around the place like a couple of madmen. He had a positive way of seeing things, that was rather refreshing for Michigan. Maybe Alo would be a friend she definitely couldn’t lose. The shots came and Michigan smiled lightly in thanks before handing a shot to Alo. “If you’d like, Lumpy, you can stick around with me. I wouldn’t mind a party buddy tonight,” She flashed him a little Mitchie grin, hoping she could get him to stick around with her. Mitch held up her glass, clicking with his before letting the liquor slip through her lips, scratching her through angrily on it’s way down. Michigan pulled a face, but quickly broke into a soft laugh and a big smile. “Hey,” She said to him, taking his hand as she set the shot glass down. “Come dance with me maybe?” She tugged on his hand lightly towards the floor. He could reject her if he wanted, but Michigan wanted to see more of him. She would need allies in this town, people she could trust even in the littlest bit… She wanted to know if he could be one of them.
“I do what I want,” he said with a smirk as she asked why he was here. He was really just looking for some fun and here she was. A small world indeed, he thought with a small chuckle. He had only just met the girl after his break up with Mini and treated her to pizza because it was something nice to do. “You don’t want to get mixed up with a guy like me, I’m a loner, Dottie, a rebel,” he said quoting Pee Wee Hermin. He let out a laugh as they walked over to the bar, she glanced at him a few times and would smile. He would return her smile as he sat at the bar stool. The shots came over and he lifted his up for a cheer. He took the shot quickly and held it down, feeling it burn as it passed down to explode in his gut. He coughed a bit and laughed. “Well party buddy, I’m glad to have ya,” he said and smiled. He looked over to see the short girl making a face, but it was still very cute. Her smile was big especially when she had recognized him and it continued to stay on full bright. He felt her warm hand touch his own, her skin was soft and it slowly squeezed around his. “Uh yeah I guess, why not,” he said, he was a bit nervous but he went with her. He wished he could have had a few more shots to loosen up but he would need to just go with it. The music was very loud as they got closer and it was shaking the floor around them. It was dark, the lights were flashing tons of colors and explosions of paint would go off and rain a rainbow down onto them. He was very close to her as they danced and he was unsure how things between them had come to this. He never normally thought like this, he usually just did his thing. Which in many cases was the reason to his lack of a girlfriend and lack of sex. But she at least wanted to spend some time with him and he wasn’t going to ruin it. He moved along to the music as best he could for a gangly ginger white boy.
She felt a little bad for pretty much dragging him down to dance, but she had already had several shots and was pretty loose as it was. She wrapped her arms around him, getting closer to him as the people moved in. Explosions in the sky stormed over them with their colored, sticky rain, but Michigan could hardly notice. She wasn’t wasted yet, but she was just gone almost, too in the moment to care about anything around her. Mitch could practically feel the music in her skin and she moved nearer to Alo. They were close now, touching even. Their bodies were together and she was starting to get slightly nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain. Her arms moved upwards, wrapping around his neck as far as she could have them go. They must’ve looked like quite the odd pairing. He was too tall and she was too short, certainly made for an awkward dancing couple, but Michigan was hardly thinking about that. Now was all she wanted to focus on. What was happening now. She felt his breath hit somewhere on her neck and it was warm and gave her tingles that she wasn’t expecting at all. Push them down, she told herself in her head. It was just the heat of the moment trying to get to her. She swayed and moved with him, against him to the rhythm of the music. She hoped she didn’t smell too terrible, since they were this close and the paint and sweat probably wasn’t a good mix, but he smelled nice enough. She actually rather liked his scent. After dancing for a bit she took his hand again, “It’s getting kinda crowded yeah?” She tried a smile. “Besides you look like you could use a drink? On me?” She was starting to get to a low point on this buzz and she didn’t want that to happen, especially not now that she was with someone, if that wasn’t enough of a reason for leaving the dance floor, Michigan did want to just take a moment to talk to Alo like they’d done on the beach and before. Bringing him to a quieter part in the back, she made a quick stop at the bar, told Alo to go ahead and find a table while she ordered a couple rounds of shots. Mitch crossed her arms under her boobs, making cleavage stick out through the space in the v-neck tank top she had on. The bar tender took notice and made the shots on the house. Mitch gave a thankful smile and took the tray to a table further back where Lumpy was seated. She took a seat in a chair across from him, suddenly feeling woozy. “Sorry about that,” She gave a light chuckle. “It’s a little crowded back there.” She held her head in her hand on the table trying to regain composure. “So, Lumpy, how are you?”
He felt her arms around his neck after they slowly ran up his chest. She was pulling herself closer and he bent with his knees so he could still dance with her. He was really close to her, his face was close to her neck and his breathing tickled her neck. He didn’t feel her shiver as his breath slowly ran down her neck. He closed his eyes as he danced with her, he wasn’t sure if it was the perfume, deodorant; he didn’t care but it was a wonderful flower-y smell. It was subtle and tickled his nose as he danced with her. They danced for awhile, close and he wasn’t sure what he was feeling. He was in a weird place in his life, after breaking up with Mini he had lost quite a bit of his self esteem and a part of him was also over confident and that would generally cause him to fuck up and ruin whatever chance he had. When she let go from his neck he was quite sure she felt a boner or something and didn’t want to deal with him. But she spoke about getting a drink and he had a feeling she needed a drink to deal with him but he needed a drink so he could gain more liquid courage and agreed. They walked to the back of the club, and as he looked for an empty table as she got some shots. He found a clean table, his hands slowly ran across the smooth wood. He slowly sat down and looked around to see the people at the club. Grinding against each other and the music was still pumping as she came over. She was a very cute girl, a bit short but that didn’t bother him. She set the tray down, as she sat down. She asked about how he was and he wasn’t sure how he could answer it. He didn’t want to complain and come off cunt-y, but he didn’t want to boast because he didn’t have much to boast about. “Well being away from the pain in the arse that was Roundview, which is nice. Being single is quite an adventure and how about you Mittens? What have you been up to since we had pizza?” he asked, with a smirk. He took one of the shot glasses and listened to her as she spoke. He wasn’t sure why but he liked when she spoke about her life and he wanted to ask her more questions but he wasn’t sure what to ask. But maybe the booze would help. He took a shot quickly, feeling the burn and he tried not to make a face as he coughed. He took another shot glass, held it up and took his second shot quickly. He could feel the alcohol in his system. His body was warm and being with her was giving him a nice warm feeling. But he was never sure what he was doing, maybe being single would be better for him. But he did miss shagging.
“Well being away from the pain in the arse that was Roundview, which is nice. Being single is quite an adventure and how about you Mittens? What have you been up to since we had pizza?” “Single?” She laughed lightly, “Fuck’s that about? Great guy like you? You can’t be single!” Oh my god did she really just say that? She bit her tongue wondering if she should just get up and leave at this point, but she knew she couldn’t. She had to redeem herself and besides she hoped now for another one of her and Alo’s adventures. She smiled politely and got her hands on another shot. Watch yourself, Farrell. She thought to herself as she set the now empty shot glass down. “I haven’t done much. Community service is boring as fuck, like what else is new? Woodson is good though. Scared to death of you though. Calls you big scary clown man, I believe.” Michigan couldn’t restrain a giggle as she said that. Woodson’s minor fear of Alo had been amusing in the past days. He had called in her into his room to see if he was in the closet. It always made her laugh. “But if you get to know him eventually he’ll get out of that.” She told him, hoping she was weirding him out at all. She sighed, coming down from her laughter. “But really… Nothing new in my life at all.” She gave a smile, but her head was thinking of darker things. Rita had been terrible, but not often around. Two days ago she’d come in, completely pissed and had given Mitch several slaps and slugs. Bruising the tiny girl on the shoulder and hip. But Michigan wasn’t about to talk about things like that, it was all her fault and nobody’s business. She met his eyes and her smile grew a little larger. He was quite cute, rather tall, but that just added to it and maybe it was the liquor or just the fact she needed to get laid. But the way he was rubbing the back of his neck made her get tingles. She hoped that he couldn’t see that she was starting to bloom red in her cheeks. “So,” She tried to spark up a conversation. “What are you even doing here? Waiting on someone?” She hoped the answer was no, but it probably was yes. She wondered if it was a girl. He had said he was single, but did that really mean anything? Too many questions ran through her head and they bothered her because they probably weren’t going to ever be answered.
“I’m not that great,” he said with a nervous chuckle. He was just a nice guy that sold ganja and he wasn’t sure after his relationship with Mini; if he wanted anything. But he did miss sex, which was something he hoped to get sometime soon but he wasn’t sure how to get it. He felt a bit rusty, she talked about her little brother who apparently was afraid of him which was odd. But he was a tall bloke so he could understand why a child would be afraid. What he didn’t understand was why the kid called him a clown, he didn’t have huge feet or a ruby red nose and his hair wasn’t that crazy. But he just laughed it off. “Yeah that is possible, maybe I’ll get him some pizza someday or ice cream,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck. The blue lights and other lights masked her blushing face as they sat there. He took a quick shot and tried not to make a grimace while it burned down his throat. When she asked why he was here, he realized he had no real reason. “Saw a flyer about this party and I had no plans, my mates have been busy this summer, I hope to throw a party for us and maybe a few others. You could swing by if you are free, I got some great mates and would love to have some fun with a party,” he said and smiled. He licked his dry lips as they sat there and he took another shot. The music was blaring and their shot glasses were getting empty but he wasn’t sure what they could do now. They could go for a few more dances until their feet hurt. But he wasn’t in the mood and he looked at her, “Want to get out of here? Walk around town for a bit and find some fun?” he asked and slowly got up from the table. He took her by the hand as they walked out of the club. He didn’t want to lose her and he also wanted to hold her small hand. His hand easily engulfed her own and they passed by the sweat-y bodies of the club. The clean up crew would have a hell of a job to deal with tomorrow and he was glad he wasn’t apart of their crew. As the cold air hit their faces it was a nice contrast to where they had just been. “So uh a great girl like you must have a boyfriend, bet his is well fit and funny and all that shit,” he said and hoped he didn’t sound as much of a twat as he felt like one.
"Oh he'd love that," Mitch giggled, running her finger around the rim of a shot glass. "I do love a good party, tell me when and where and I bet I can show my face around." She smiled and thought for a moment, leaving them in a bit of a silence until he asked if she had wanted to go elsewhere. Now that he had asked she did want to leave. Suddenly all the excitement this place had bored her and she smiled at him. "Let's get out of here, Lumpy." She quickly downed the last shot before she stood up and he took her hand, she could feel cool paint between their fingers and smiled, trailing behind him as he made way through all of the people. The chilly air nipped her skin and she clung a little tighter to his hand. She had to bite her tongue to keep from snorting at question. "Nah," She shook her head. No one wants me. She laughed sweetly. "That's just silly!" She started walking down the road passing the line of people on the outside. Mitch looked at the grown the paint on the bottom of her shoes was starting to leave little neon footprints underneath her. She wasn't sure where they should go, but for now she was content just walking around with Alo, holding his hand. "How's the farm, Lumpy?" She asked, doing her best to make some sort of conversation. "If you wouldn't mind, I would love to see it sometime. All I've ever seen is city." Michigan nodded as she listened to him talk. They kept walking together through the Bristol streets. She was starting to wish she had worn a jacket or something to cover her bare, paint splattered arms. It was starting to get chillier than she expected.
