Luna
Luna resisted the childish urge to cover her ears with difficulty as she entered the center of this strange discotheque, close behind Veronica. The lights were glaring and teased her eyes until she could barely see. The bass thumped off the stone walls and it was so stuffy down here that she felt like she couldn't get enough air. Besides, it was full.
People crowded the edge of the dance floor and a dense crowd had gathered around the bar, which was the only source of drink in this basement. The only chance to get something cool.
This wasn't the first disco Luna had been to, even if Veronica, not entirely wrongly, thought she was an utter bore. She really didn't like crowds at all, preferring the quiet of the university library or her dorm room.
"You said it's rather quiet here!" Luna reminded her roommate of her promise, without which Luna hadn't been persuaded to follow her here. Veronica turned to her with a smug smile and, despite the understand volume.
"They seem to have relaxed the entry requirements a bit, fortunately. Otherwise you would certainly never have come in!" she said, expressing her displeasure with Luna's outfit for the fourth time that evening. She and Veronica weren't really friends, they just shared a student apartment. So they were been forced to get along as neither of them could afford to live alone. But now they were close enough that they at least decided to do something together tonight. But that wouldn't last long, Luna knew. Once the semester started again and Veronica would start her studies,
But Veronica was still new in town and was content with her presence. As for Luna's dress, she thought it was cute. It certainly wasn't as revealing as Veronika's form-fitting black mini dress, with the plunging neckline and hem that ended just below her bottom, but Luna had never felt the desire to show off.
If she wanted to be mean, one could justifiably claim that Luna would have looked much better in Veronica's outfit than Veronica herself and somehow Luna suspected that her roommate knew that too and therefore never tired of criticizing Luna's dress.
It was also black, sleeveless and had a baby-doll cut that played high but tightly around her breasts and held the simply falling fabric in shape with a red, wide silk ribbon below her breasts. The bow at her back matched those on the straps of her red heels, and the semi-sheer tights with tiny dots kept her from freezing in the low temperatures outside. Yes, her dress was far more demure, hitting mid-thigh and swinging freely around her hips so that her small waist and rounded hips were not immediately apparent.
Luna knew she was pretty. It was not necessary to artificially enlarge her full lips with lipstick, to further mystify her already dark eyes framed with dark, long eyelashes, or to elaborately style her hair. Like Veronika, who looked like a fish without mascara and artificial eyelashes. In fact, Luna hadn't put on her makeup today, she never did. Her skin was clear, her long, hazel hair curled into beautiful corkscrew curls at the end and the men mostly only noticed her long legs and her lush décolleté anyway. Very few looked her in the face, so God knows she saved herself the time to get ready.
"I just came with you because you didn't want to go alone, if you don't want me with you say so and I'll be gone. I don't have to watch you slide from one man's lap to the next anyway!" Luna commented, not very friendly, and Veronika pursed her thin lips and winked at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really didn't mean to sound mean. Come on, let's go to the bar and get something to cool our tempers and then while you sit at the counter and watch me slide from one man's lap to the next, you can text Phil wildly, yeah?" Veronica smiled this unmistakable and actually enviable engaging manner that somehow cast a spell on everyone. You could say what you wanted about her, but she was personable and stood by her way of life. Luna had nothing against women who changed their acquaintances just as excessively like men of the same stamp and Veronica had never pretended to anyone that she wouldn't do it. She was who she was and she had no intention of changing. That made her a refreshingly honest person,
"Phil must be asleep by now," Luna pointed out, noticing her roommate's eye roll without actually being able to see it. Of course, Phil was already asleep at 2 am had made it their life's mission to sleep their way through the year Luna had been dating him for three months and until now he hadn't even attempted to get closer to her than was necessary for a kiss.
"Oh, I'm sure if you send him a picture of your tits, he'll be wide awake!" Veronica uttered, struggling through the crowd holding Luna and attempting to garner the attention of bottoming with lewd gestures But the trick of leaning her far forward so you could look straight at her cleavage was done by others much better than she
did.It took Luna and Veronica their drinks and before the barman disappeared again, they drank the first Glass down in one gulp and immediately ordered another round.Of course Luna didn't drink alcohol, but Veronica would compensate for that.
"God did that well. Shall we dance first?" Veronika asked and Luna looked almost anxiously at the dance floor, which was still much too small for all these people. Again it occurred to her that this discotheque wasn't like the others, she had that thought to herself at the very beginning of the evening when Veronika had taken them through backyards and side streets to the metal door, where a roughly hewn staircase led deep down and only then they got to the bouncers, who hadn't asked for ID or anything else.Veronica had merely shown a black business card and had then been let in.
"Not necessarily, tell me: what kind of business card was that? " Luna asked and while Veronika sipped her vodka, she shrugged her shoulders and immediately began to move to the beat of the music I got some guy and he said it would get me exclusive entry here, but it looks like it's an open house today anyway, the bouncer said I don't need them today." Luna hadn't even noticed.
"Are you sure you don't want to dance?" Veronica asked and Luna shook her head again.
"Go away, I can take your bag while you do it," Luna offered and Veronika gave her best smile. "Thanks. You're a darling, I'll stay in sight, okay?" she added and gave Luna the small clutch bag which contained nothing but a bit of cash, this strange business card and an ID card. Luna had taken exactly the same precautions and kept both handbags in her arms while she watched as Veronica moved in the crowd and then merged with the others into a single mass. Luna stopped at the edge, but was quickly pushed aside by other bar visitors and kept smiling at Veronika when she turned to her. But the longer she stayed in the crowd, the rarer it became, and when a guy finally snuggled up to her,
Without her roommate's teasing ruse, it was probably half an hour before the barman even noticed her and took her order. Luna glanced over her shoulder, caught a glimpse of Veronica's peroxide curls, and reached into her pocket for some bills.
Accidentally but unfortunately in the wrong one. The barman came back and eyed her impatiently as Luna realized her mistake and reached for her purse.
"Will it be soon?", another woman asked behind her and shortly Luna grabbed some dollars from Veronica's pocket and handed them to the barman, whereby she decided to give it back to her friend immediately. When she got the change, however, Luna had to have this business card first from the small compartment to put the money in and put it between her lips for a second until she had put the change away and...
"You don't need that today!" a male voice blurted out next to her and as she turned to the man who had spoken to her, she was genuinely grateful that she still had that business card between her lips, otherwise her mouth would have dropped open.
God, the guy looked good.
Actually, Luna was not one to be dazzled by beautiful faces and attractiveness, but one simply had to acknowledge his attractiveness without envy. In the glaring light of the hectic lighting, his hair seemed to have a very light blond tone and his eyes shimmered in a beautiful rich blue. His face was square, the lines of his jaw roughly carved, and the smile on his lips oscillated between sexy, mocking, and lewd. He was tall, his shoulders broad, and after staring at him for a while, Luna guessed he was about ten years older than she was. Early thirties perhaps, for there was nothing more boyish about his face and he sported a man's confidence, who had already broken many hearts.
As she just stared at him without answering, his grin widened and... knowing. Oh yes, the guy knew exactly what he looked like and how young women like Luna reacted to him. He reached out and took the business card out of her mouth to examine it between his fingers. He wore a white shirt with sleeves casually rolled up to the floor of his elbows and the first few buttons undone, allowing Luna to see the silver shimmer of a chain he wore underneath.
"Um, I know. I noticed that too", Luna stammered, finally managed to stow away the money and took the business card from the guy again. He didn't seem enthusiastic that she had freed himself from his spell so quickly and for a second his look was like that dark, as if the darkness itself were staring at her.She tucked the card away without saying a word, twitching her cheek muscles briefly to keep from being overly rude, and walked away from the bar with her drink.
She didn't like men like that. They were arrogant and opinionated, no matter how good he was, she refused to let that guy turn her head. She didn't even have time for it. After all, her third semester was about to begin and she had the chance to graduate as quickly as she did high school, which in turn would save her a lot of money. She did have a scholarship, but if she finished early again, there would be a bonus waiting for her that she could use badly. Unfortunately, her journalism studies did not automatically promise a good job at a popular newspaper and an emergency fund really couldn't hurt. After all, she didn't have the opportunity to just go home if this didn't work out. She had grown up in an orphanage and although she always received sad looks with this statement, she never filled it with regret herself. She had never been placed in a foster family who could treat her badly, the home had been excellent and the teachers hadn't made her feel like she was missing anything. Luna was brought up decently and was now an independent young woman going her own way. She was a bloody success story and she certainly wasn't going to let a pretty smile spoil that. the home had been excellent and the teachers hadn't made her feel like she was missing anything. Luna was brought up decently and was now an independent young woman going her own way. She was a bloody success story and she certainly wasn't going to let a pretty smile spoil that. the home had been excellent and the teachers hadn't made her feel like she was missing anything. Luna was brought up decently and was now an independent young woman going her own way. She was a bloody success story and she certainly wasn't going to let a pretty smile spoil that.
Of course she couldn't know what the guy was up to or if anything would have happened, but her instinct had told her to leave and usually she followed the instinct that had always kept her out of trouble until now.
Luna looked around again: Veronika was not to be seen, but since Luna still had her bag, it would come back by itself, at the latest when she was thirsty and that's why Luna didn't worry about her friend and looked casual in her seamstress around when she noticed a man staring at her the whole time.
It wasn't the blond guy from earlier, this one was his complete opposite. Also tall, with broad shoulders, but dark hair and piercings on his face. Luna didn't like this type of man at all, but to her chagrin, she had to ruthlessly acknowledge how damn good he looked, despite or perhaps because of all the metal in his face. Two rings on his left eyebrow, tunnels in his ears, and an evil-looking spike below his lips. His face looked even coarser than the blonde's and judging by the look on his face he wasn't even trying to be charming. He was wearing a t-shirt and a low-rise jean, and neither of those didn't hide much of the muscular body underneath. He was casually leaning against a wall very close to her and staring straight at her,
With the blond, the warning was definitely there in her stomach, but with the guy he sort of did a somersault and pumped so much adrenaline into her veins that an escape reflex took hold of her, which drove her to give up the seat on the edge as well and to actively search for Veronica himself.
