Chapter I: The Entrance
Suggested Track: Destroid - Crusaders
Propellers were deafening at this altitude. Her violets were hazed enough already but those ebbing lights of the city's skyline; those were on another level. Staring into those bright lights she'd see those colors bouncing and shifting. Accompanying her on tonight's tirades? None other than her fellow class of '13: Emily and Melanie. Leading up till now it had all been Queen's idea and revolved around two things: getting f***ed up and having a good time. The latter was achievable by all types of mischief and terribly plotting possible. She'd unconsciously already be lowering her buttons on her schoolgirl top. Her sweating was kicking in as they landed outside her own club. It was dubiously titled: Enter the Void. Stepping out of the chopper she could feel the instant shifting of vertigo. If you were to look into those violets you'd know instantly what dilation looked like. She had opted to take some 'experience-enablers' before takeoff. Yes they were in full bloom and yes she had shared with Emily. The vibrating that the club was inhibiting was dulled slightly like a foggy glass window to a car holding two lovers. Every note and every vibe could be felt thrusting up against her and it left her with nothing short of absolute aching and longing. She also recalled Emily looking something like this.
She didn't want to bother much with the whole pre-gaming s*** so she'd take her by the hand and grabbed Mel's also and skipped through the V.I.P. line. It was her club, she could do what she wanted. When the door was thrust open for them by the rather flustered bouncer, I mean his boss's boss shows up unexpected, it was like a wave of pure euphoria rushed over her senses. Visual, audible and complete overload. The rules were simple: they did whatever they wanted to whomever they wanted. You do not leave the Void without accomplishing those goals and remember nothing. Anyone was fair play and there were no rules. Contradictory? Yes. Required? Yes. Mandatory? No. They were here.
Chapter II: The Void
Suggested Track: Excision - X Rated
The floor was a perpetual 9.0 on the Richter scale. Every step she took felt like she would be consumed whole into a colossal chasm. Lights were flooding those pupils while the assault was from every angle. People were no longer sentient or singular; they were a constantly amorphous mesh of flesh and clothes. Sweat, contact, tension, sensuality and anonymity. To her admission she immediately lost track of Mel and Emily. Letting that visceral onslaught of pure ecstasy defile her very being to the core she simply got swept up in the tides. It wasn't long before a bottle of *something* found it's way into her hands. The overwhelming bass nudged her on as she took the bottle to her glossed lips and let the liquid flow. It was some type of beer, not like she gave a damn, and it didn't taste too good. Whatever.
"Ohh~~ myyy~ gogogoodd~~ iiss tthattt Cclaricee Qqueenn?" She thought she heard the question clear enough yet she couldn't be sure. Before she had time to really prepare she was surrounded by a horde. Girls were tugging on her shirt, tie and skirt even. Due to the perimeter that was always present in the club around her; girls were the only ones allowed in the area. Sorry boys. From the toes to the tip of her head she was as limber as they came. Her hands on someone's waist and someone's on her's from behind. Sweat coated her from head to toe and she'd just close her eyes and be consumed. There was no fighting it.
Chapter III: Reunited
Suggested Track: Dubba Jonny - What Have You Got
Call her Vesuvius because this was getting out of hand. Two hours of non-stop grinding on both fellow St. Mary's Schoolgirls (entrance was free with showing of school I.D., not officially sanctioned by the school) and non-goers. Needless to say things had already gotten pretty hot and messy. She'd lost her shirt about half an hour ago and hadn't planned on looking for it. In that bikini top she'd sport the tie still which looked well placed guarding her cleavage and in the black lights. Somehow she'd accumulated some necklaces (Glowlights) and an entourage of people who SWORE she knew them. She was approaching the apex of the, 'experience-enhancing' vitamins. Every note from the speakers felt like torrential downpour of emotions and sensations. The multi-colored diodes that both blinded and enlightened were relentless and satiating at the same time.
Once the fog machines hit full blast and she couldn't take a breath without seemingly getting a mouthful of someone else's sweat she decided to take a look around for Mel and Emily. Emily was no doubt losing her s*** over those 'experience-enhancers' and Mel probably stabbed a guy who was staring a bit 'too' long. She struggled to make prominent strides when every brush against someone was enough to surge her nervous system. Sharp exhales and deep inhales were made every time someone rubbed the wrong parts of her. Eyes struggled not to close as she made her way out of the congested part of the floor. Now only in her bikini top, skirt, shoes and knee-high pair of socks she was leaning against the wall next to the women's room. It was only then that she spotted Mel and Emily coming out. She assumed by now they'd had their fill of 'personal time'.
Chapter IV: The Scapegoat
Suggested Track: Rusko - Everyday (Netsky Remix)
It was like wading through waist-high flooding to get over to the two of them. Between her own lack of coordination and the flow of the crowd she was practically lost at sea. With every buildup in the music she could feel her breaths getting sharper and more like stabs. Climbing Mt. Everest probably had less of an impact on you than when you fought against the current in the Void. She'd lost her contacts earlier in the night and that made this experience a thousand times more potent. Panting her way over to the two she'd finally managed to catch them. She was spent utterly. She couldn't let them out-pace her though. She was the organizer and she had to withhold the most stamina. For her desires to get fulfilled tonight she had to come up with something both cruel yet necessary. Finding some poor sap at the bar she'd snag him by the collar and drag him over. Her throat would definitely hate her tomorrow as she tried to yell over the speakers.
"Hey! Mel, Emily! This guy thinks you're so hot Emily!" She'd then literally thrust the poor guy who had no idea what was going on towards Emily.
"He uh, wants to dance Emily he definitely liked your moves!" It really wasn't Emily or this random guy's fault when their dancing turned out hideous. It really wasn't.
Chapter V: Ensnared
Suggested Track: Skrillex ft. Sirah - Kyoto
Having distracted Emily (who had her own set of bodyguards assigned to her at entry since she was a V.I.P.) for the time being she felt it necessary to get some terribly regretful fun out of the night. That was when the lights began to flicker and she could perceive the gaps in which the currents flowed through the diodes. The gaps in between drum hits and bass were simple reprieves to her nerves. Those were when she took short and solid breaths. The air around them was utter miasma and palpable. It was suffocating. Imagine drowning in a sea of sweat, hormones and odor. Terrible yet pleasurable all while being an ocean of mystique and surreal deceptions. It was then that her story would most likely part from her counterparts yet she would swear on life this is how it happened. During that all-too famous track by Skrillex she swore time slowed to a stop. Her violets were still dilating yet that view of Melanie was too perfect.
Either that bass jumped a thousand octaves or her heart was going to rupture at any given moment. The way her pulse was jumping and that coldsweat down her back which was incredibly unnatural in this scenario. She closed the distance between the two and immediately took Mel's back. The beat was going quicker and as the culmination was heard she'd turn Mel about face to look her in the eye. When the cliche 'drop' hit she'd pull her in by the waist and go in for the kiss. Hot breaths were woven in between hands sliding up and down the Mandalorian's back. While attention was diverted to the jawline and the collars the hands found their way to her shoulder blades and would give a long claw down. Mixed fragrance with sweat was the particular palette that went with the swarming track that emphasized what would soon be the end of the night. Teeth clenched on that lower lip and she'd press herself up against the inebriated woman. No more or less inebriated than Clarice herself but it was due honorable to mention. Hands found their way to the back of her head and with the few moments of separation she found herself getting lost in the moment. Grabbing Mel's hand and leading her to the V.I.P. club was when her memory began to fleet.
Bass. Lights. Gasping. Sharp breaths. Trouble breathing. Overwhelming heat. Sweat. Skin. Touch. Sensation. *****x.
Surely her memory was telling lies wasn't it?
Chapter VI: Morning
Suggested Track: Taio Cruz ft. Flo Rida - Hangover
It honestly felt like a sledge hammer had been driven into her skull seventeen times.
"Ugh holy shit ". That was all she could really say at this point. Eyes felt like they had been scooped out with spoons and dipped in a cup of vinegar; then placed back in their sockets. Balled fists rubbed over those lids as she gave a strong groan leaning up. She was in her bed. That was a good start. She was naked. She was naked. She was naked. The triple take was necessary as she tightened the grasp around herself. It wasn't a problem to sleep in the nude in your own 83rd floor tower. It was a problem when there were countless strangers sprawled all around. She didn't mean a few people but COUNTLESS people. All around. Hanging from chandeliers, steps, railings and in closets. EVERYWHERE. She reached for the phone and hit that butler button immediately.
"Yes Miss Clarice?" the dutiful voice immediately sounded.
"WHY ARE THERE STRANGERS IN MY PRIVATE QUARTERS?!" she demanded.
"Why, Miss Clarice, don't you remember? You said they were all your royal guests." He spoke with what sounded like the utmost fortitude.
"....... Please just turn on my tv." she needed to know what was new in the world. That would be a start to her ACTUALLY waking up from this nightmare.
"As you wish, Miss Clarice." The butler had a tang of regret and anguish in his tone.
What happened next would haunt her for quite possibly the rest of her life. Right there on the screen was the wreckage of her helicopter. She could tell by the barely-salvaged logo on the side plate.
"What we have here is nothing short of Modern-Day activist terrorism!" The anchor was busy spewing propaganda while her entire world was frozen tight.
"What.... what is my chopper doing there?!" Her frantic tone was too much, really.
"A U.F.O. was reportedly seen on a crash course with the Tokyo Tower last night and has apparently met it's mission with the utmost precision. It is only a miracle that the base foundation of the tower remains intact. Experts say that reconstruction may only take a year to three at most. If anyone has any information or lead on this tragedy, please, we urge you to come forw--". She'd turn it off with a single click of the remote. She was going to throw up. Wait a second.
She'd pace around all of the heads visible and would have her A.I. butler scan the entire building in case her eyes were lying.
"I'm sorry Miss Clarice, there's no sign of either of the women you took with you to the Void last night. Perhaps they made it home alright?"
"Oh SHIT !" she cried while wrapping herself in her comforter and heading straight for the door.
