Flashing bright. [With Nanbarama.]
Nanaba sat down beside him, letting the cool air wash over her heated skin. The air seemed so sweet once they were out of the room, it was a nice place to come out to sit and let your heart rate sink back to it’s comfortable rate. As the larger guy spoke about her gender Nanaba listened quietly, chuckling and nodding. “It’s fine. I get mistaken for a boy all the time and I don’t get bothered by it.” Nanaba looked over to him and rested her hand against his chest, unable to smile. "He gave you Ecstasy." She looked back to his eyes and let her smile grow. Poor thing probably hasn’t ever taken it before."You’re body is still breaking it down. Cool off, drink some water and In about ten, fifteen minutes you are going to feel better than you have in months. I know Erwin’s guy, he wouldn’t sell you guys anything bad." Nanaba felt his forehead, still hot. He was probably just working himself too hard, too hot. She pushed herself up off the bench, and pulled a bracelet from her pocket. The beads glowed a soft blue in the light. "Here, play with that for a little bit. I’m going to get some water." She slipped back into the room, nodding to the bouncer at the front. She emerged five minutes later with a bottle of Gatorade and sat down next to him, handing it to Mike. “Here, You’ll feel instantly better I promise.” Nanaba chuckled softly. She was almost completely sure he would be back to that swaying, touchy dancing blond she met before in no time.
How did Nanaba know Erwin’s guy? His mind focused on that statement in particular, letting the thoughts mull over in his head. “Do you know Erwin then? “ He asked suddenly, before she managed to leave his side again. His fingers seemed to tighten for a moment though, working if this was some sort of set up. If he was supposed to find her, if Erwin was trying to manipulate him again. He should have never taken anything, he should have never let his guard down so easily.
Still, as he grasped the bracelet, his mind seemed to turn a mile a minute, as if the ecstasy was causing all of this negative thinking. Make him feel better his ass. He felt like saying at something, like proving her wrong. But the longer he concentrated on the beads, the less it seemed to actually matter to him. They were beautiful, much like the girl they belonged to. It was a shame they had met like this, if he was being honest with himself. He would have liked to meet her elsewhere, somewhere where he could quietly enjoy her company.
But maybe she wasn’t like that. Maybe she lived for this kind of thing? When she returned, bottle in hand, he gladly took it and almost started to just chug it, out of the nervousness he felt in her presence. “Do you normally come to these kinds of things?” He asked, as soon as he capped the bottle once again. “Or do you think that I could take you out some other time?” Best time to ask someone out, clearly.
