Are You Gonna Be My Girl|| Fenrir & Marlene|| June 20th 2015
The club was dark and the music was harsh and unnatural--not a single hint of any real instrument. The focus was on anonymity and movement. The crowd brushed, slammed, and waved against itself in chaos. No matter where Fenrir moved, there was colored light in his eyes, smoke in his face, and flesh against his body. He took a deep breath and could smell their lust, passion, and wildness. It was electric in the air.
Pressing his way through the crowd, Fenrir stopped only to swipe a drink out of the hand of a man too drunk to miss it, then carried on. He swigged the bottle of beer down in one gulp, then let it fall to the floor, kicking so that it was out of sight in seconds. The beat changed and he let himself move to it, in time with the crowd. People, most of them in their young or mid-twenties, passed under his watchful gaze, most of them attractive--he wasn’t picky.
Finally a girl caught his eye, her blond hair reflecting the wild colors of the strobe lights. She danced clearly in time with the beat so that he knew she felt it inside of her. She was open to the night. Licking his lips, Fenrir moved closer to her, continuing to dance. He let his fingertips brush her arm until she turned to him.
Already, from the speed with which she turned and the wariness on her face, he could tell she wasn’t silly and trusting. So, he smiled lightly enough that the predator wouldn’t shine through, then leaned in to be able to speak with her. “What do you like to drink?” He asked. He could play a good boy if he wanted to, at least temporarily.
