Club Recording Session (Darius)

[RAFAEL JOHN]

The day was no longer young, and the street lights in the city were out making it easy for those special people to come out from hiding. The pick pockets, the druggies, and even the stranger came out at this time passing by and scarring the business men and woman on there way home from work. The city was never silent, and neither was this girl. Who seamed to never sleep.

Lucky, as she was formally known as, was the energetic type who always was doing something. She was in line for a performing arts scholarship but she would much prefer to go and master in film making then actually being the one on the film. She had made many renounced short films that went all over the internet in just a few day time. She was a typical online celeb, without a known face. Although in truth she was a very nice looking girl who could do so much more with her life then slipping into clubs like this one with a fake ID she had bought off of a guy from filming him do a very horrible solo for a computation.

Now on her way into the turmoil of the dance scene a huge smile sprung up across the girls face. She held up a small, portable camera of the latest make that was perfect for what she was doing. Her hand automatically clicked as she took pictures of the people dancing and milling around. She, half the time, didn’t even look at the camera to see what she was taking a picture off she just knew her mark and took it with ease. The camera had over a thousand memory, so she had no worry about how many pictures she took. She just took pictures as her black hair (topped tonight with a bright red bow) bounced around with her body to the beat of the rhythm of the music while she absently danced and took picture looking around for familiar faces she might know.

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius Harrisburg was in his usual corner of the club, shakin’ and bakin’ it like a boss. His eyes flitted from girl to girl as he raised the square to his lips. Mmm mmm good. Nothing like a good cancer stick to make your life totally fucking rad like it was supposed to be.

Like seriously. What the fuck was the fucking point of school? It wasn’t like he was ever going to need fucking quadratic Caucasians or whatever the fuck those number things were. Like seriously Dr. Thomas or whoever the fuck, it was math, okay? Not English. English had letters. Math had numbers. So none of that 28X+9Y shit, because that was just retarded. Like, really fucking retarded.

Darius’ eyes scanned the crowd of dancing, screaming chicks until at last he found one who was at least kinda smokin’. Maybe not like, a totally fucking fit babe, but she was close enough. Fuckable, definitely.

In a second, Darius was a fucking animal. Like, a monkey or some shit. He was up against her body in a second, their two rhythms going all fucking in synch. Like, synchronization, like that Buddha thing or whatever, where everything was balanced and…and yeah, she was hot. Actually, like, mad hot. Like, Megan Fox hot, without the fucking motorcycle and car turning into people and driving upsidedown shit. Darius grinned as he knocked against her, feeling his dreads whip around her in the dim light.

Like a boss. Like a fucking boss.

“Hey, uh, why do you have a camera?” he asked suddenly, feeling uneasy. Something felt like, weird. Was she like, taking fucking pictures of him? Because he did not want himself showing up on fucking FaceSpace or whatever the fuck those damn freaktards were doing these days. He whipped his head around quickly, hoping his quick bossy dreads might obscure his face from the picture or some shit.

[RAFAEL JOHN]

Lucky was having fun, and got lost in the mix of music and bodies. She was smiling happily, always smiling as she danced. She found herself near one of the corners, never being able to stay in one spot for too long she seamed to have then attracted some attention as she saw a familiar face of a classmate coming up too her a little dazed and maybe even high she wondered as he came up straight her and started to dance. He was wild, he didn’t have too much coordination in dancing but he was having fun so, she was too. Her smile grew bigger, as she subconsciously took pictures of everything around her.

Suddenly her dancing partner, who she could tell was full of himself and seamed to want some kind of control she couldn’t put her finger on quiet yet suddenly seamed to slow down and look a little worried as he asked her why she had a camera. She looked down at the camera she had in her hand and then looked up giggling and tells him. “I am practicing! And don’t worry about these going up somewhere you don’t want them to be because I never put up pictures without my MODELS permission! You don’t mind, I was having so much fun cant we keep going?” She asked looking up at him with a soft pout as she continued to move her hips to the rhythm of the music in the background.

Her dancing had slowed down but she looked adorable, looking up at him she was a sheer look of innocence and too say the least a skinny heaven. She was very well too skinny, but at the same time that was only because of the tight fitting clothing she was wearing and her skinny jeans she gave a tiny smile at him waiting to see his reaction.

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius moved like the fucking balla’ that he was, knocking his willy around and grinning dangerously as his dreads bounced up and down against his shoulders. Because he was Darius fucking Harrisburg. Yeah man. He was such a bro. Like, “bro” was his fucking middle name.

The music bombarded his ears from the speakers a few feet away. Black Eyed Peas or some shit. It didn’t matter. It was fucking music, man. Darius screamed the words out loud, because that was a totally fucking rad thing for bros like him to do. “MONDAY, TUESDAY, WENDESDAY AND THURSDAY! THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY, PARTY EVERY DAY! P-P-P-PARTY EVERY DAY!”

Dude. Those lyrics were so fucking ballin’. Pure fucking genius. Like, whatever that brotha’s name was. Dilbert Dickstein. You know, the bomb dude.

And suddenly, this chick’s voice shot through the air, piercing the total vibe he had going on. “Dude,” he called, tugging on a dread irritably. “Way to throw off my fucking groove.” He winked, wagging his hips in a full 360. Because he was a fucking boss like that.

“I am practicing! And don’t worry about these going up somewhere you don’t want them to be because I never put up pictures without my MODELS permission! You don’t mind, I was having so much fun cant we keep going?”

“Practicing whata whata?” Her voice was as soft as he imagined her tits must be. He winked again. Dayumm, this bitch knew how to bang it. She must have some experience. And Darius was the fucking king of experience.

“We could keep going.” He shrugged, running a finger through the chick’s hair. “Or we could, you know, do somethin’ else.” He eyed her, flashing his totally bangin’ bro look. “Oh, and I didn’t catch the name.”

[RAFAEL JOHN]

Lucky was consumed by the music, but the mix of bodies and screaming and laughter going on around her. She let her hand slide form her camera which she had just turned off. She had enough pictures, and it was time to just relax and have some fun. She moved closer to her partner, Darius, and as the crowds seamed to tighten around them she moved her hips with deadly accuracy to the beat and rhythm of the song up against him, brushing against his body as they danced so close to one another. She looked up at him, continuing to give that same sheer look of innocence that was evidently not there in her dancing moves as she perked up ears to listen to what he was saying to her.

She could see he was a little slower at understanding then most but she was not surprised, as were most of the guys her age that hung out at places like this. She danced, her eyes looking up in slight surprise as his hand ran through her hair and his voice seamed to be more interested, in her that is, then before. His voice was intent on the second part of his sentence, something else. The reference ran right over her head, making her the slow one in return. She seamed to think about it as the song changed and the music got a little softer for a minute, just long enough for her to reply in her softer voice, so he could hear her more clearly,” What other thing would that be? O, and I am Yun-qi Lin, but everyone calls me Lucky, so you can do that too.” She smiled again, that look flashing across her face, making her as cute as ever.

She danced, raising her arms above her head the top that she was wearing road up, exposing her flat stomach and belly button as she danced moving her hips in dangerous circles as her studded belt glinted in the high lights and her tightly fitting skinny jeans barely hid away what was under, the straps of what was under still slightly showing bright pink as she danced unaware of the exposure she was showing as she got consumed in the music that was blaring overhead.

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius had to admit, he was getting a little tired. This joint was hot as fuckin’ pussy. And he was smashed and wasted as fucking shit dick, which totally didn’t help. Right about now, he was kinda just feelin’ the whole going home, blazin’ some good ol’ ganja, and crashin’ on his bed, maybe with a little Betty under his arm. But he’d be alright with just the bong. Just some-fucking-thing.

But at least there was a new song now. He liked when the club changed songs. He got sick of hearing the same fucking song for like, four goddamn minutes. Especially if it was something like T-fucking-Swift. Yeah, she was just an ugly-ass little bitch who needed to take her teardrops on her fucking guitar and go die in a hole or some shit. But this song was good. Eminem, where it was at. Not the most ballin’ dude in the world, but at least he wasn’t T-swift. Or J-fucking Beibz. Or Rebecca fucking Black Shit Friday Girl. Or Miley Cyrus, even though she did pack some nice fuckin’ booty lately.

Oh, and Ke$ha. She should fucking die too. Why did she have a dollar sign in her name? He didn’t even know how to pronounciate that fucking shit. And those clothes she wore made her look like a fuckin’ dirty ass table cloth. But he wasn’t sure what she looked like with her clothes off. For all he knew, she was fucking slammin’ under there.

” What other thing would that be? O, and I am Yun-qi Lin, but everyone calls me Lucky, so you can do that too.”

Oh hot damn. Elusive. He liked that in a chick. “Baby babe,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear when he spoke. “It can be whatever the fucking hell you want it to be.” He grinned and brushed a palm against her shoulder, scraping the rest of his body smoothly against hers to the beat of the music. This was turning out to be a damn good night. “Yun-qi Lin. Like, uh, Lucky?” Lucky. Sounded naughty. And Darius liked naughty. He liked it a whole fucking lot.

He nodded. “Lucky,” he whispered, leaning in again. “I dig it.”

[RAFAEL JOHN]

Bam, boom, pop. The beat sped up, the new song so much better the last. Lucky smiles wide, flashing her pure white teeth at Darius as there bodies brushed and moved with each other. It was hot, and she was getting lost in the moves though she enjoyed the small talk as well, how he spoke was different but she liked different. She liked to try different out, always forgetting her bad fortune with males. She looks at him, enjoying the song and the dance her eyes slightly closing as he speaks with his lips up against her ear, his hand and body how it brushed her.

She wasn’t thinking straight, she was enjoying the attention suddenly and closed her eyes for several second before she feels something in her back. An elbow, a knee? She was pushed forward, she grabbed onto the first thing she could to stay up as she was shoved into him forcibly by the people dancing behind them. The heat, the screams, and noise. The club was packed. She was slightly blushing but controlled it as she yelled so he could hear her.

“Let’s get out of here, the place is too packed.” She says.

She stumbled a bit as the people behind her continue to push her into him. Her small, short, and tiny frame was nothing to the taller behind her. She was getting pushed around against him in the growing crowd of people around them, the fun was ending and the struggle was beginning. In the distant the sounds of real screams were coming, and the roar of a crowd, a fight was starting now. She really wanted out of here before something bad happened. She didn’t want to be caught up in trouble she was not part of. She looks back at Darius, at least she looks up at him, hoping he wanted to leave as well.

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius was so into the fucking swaying and dancing and weaving and nudging shit that he barely noticed the song change. He screamed out the lyrics like the talented motherfucker that he was, because The Dare Hare was a damn good singer. For shizzle.

“THIS IS WHY I’M HOT!” he called out, moving to the beat like the fucking sexy-as-hell dancer that he was, because this song totally described the Dare Hare’s life. He was so fucking hot. He was as hot as fucking lava coming out of a god damn volcano. “THIS IS WHY I’M HOT. THIS IS WHY, THIS IS WHY, THIS IS WHY I’M HOT.” Because he was so hot. These damn night club bitches had fucking nothing on him.

Shit, shit, shit, there was moshing starting. Darius totally always thought moshing was fucking rad, but he was with a chick now, and he totally couldn’t mosh with a chick hangin’ the fuck onto him. Nope, he just needed to get the fuck out of here.

“Let’s get out of here, the place is too packed.”

“Totally what I was thinkin’, girl,” he replied, nodding and following her out into the street. They could get some air and shit.

[RAFAEL JOHN]

Lucky looks up and smiles at him, as they move out of the crowds and slip across the walls to get out of the club she holds onto his hand so that she will not loose him. When they get outside and slip past the bouncer she watched the next two people slip by him jumping up and down happily to get in. They had to be fake ID teenagers; half of the club was though.

They walk for a minute into the parking lot then she stops, tugging on his hand and sits on the hood of the car she had ridden to the club. “My parents are out of town for the weekend.” She shrugs motioning to the car before she looks at him, smiling till.

She lets go of his hand starts to adjust her shirt and bow standing up off the hood and then stretching out. She raises her hand, one finger and gave him a ‘come here’ kind of look as she went to the trunk and popped it open placing her camera beside her skate board and duffle bag; there was a lot of other camera and video stuff in the trunk. She shifted the skate board admiring the scattered stickers on the top and the special paint with her nickname Lucky on the back. She closed the trunk then twisted the keys into her pocket looking back at him.

“Want to go in the back?” She asks watching him. She smiled slipping up to him and rubbing against him like they had been while dancing. They music was still bouncing hard out here. “Or want to stay out here and dance more?”

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius followed the chick onto the dim sidewalk, grinning to himself as her hips swayed back and forth in front of him. Look, she had a sick fucking ass, okay? Even Darius, who had seen about a million ill-looking asses in his life, had to admit that this chick had a pretty nice one. Definitely in the top five. For sure.

"My parents are out of town for the weekend."

"Sounds pretty keen, jelly bean." Darius chuckled at the rhyme. Seriously, he was just so god damn funny. He still wasn't exactly sure like, what this chick wanted to do with him but you know man, whatever. He'd figure it out soon enough.

"Want to get in the back? Or want to stay out here and dance more?"

Dance outside? Why in hell's name would he want to do that? Still unsure, but keeping it from his voice, he replied "Back, man. Let's peace the fuck outta this joint." He sniffed the air, the scent of smoke wafting to his nostrils. "Got a bong?" She didn't seem like the type who would have a bong, but you know, whatever. She also didn't seem like the type who would...hmm. "So are you gonna like, take more pictures of me? Or..." The Dare Hare was rarely at a loss for words, but this chick seemed nice and shit, and he didn't want to give the wrong impression or anything.

But more than that, he wanted a bong and some nice bangin'.