Mar 25 09:01:14 107 PA - A Booty Call
From Chronicles
Weather at Sat Mar 25 09:01:14 107 PA (1.34C, 34.42F): It isn't clear whether it's night or day due to the dark skies, but one thing's for sure -- don't be caught outside. Chunks of ice tactlessly pelt the ground without remorse or stealth. Heavy, oppressing wind effortlessly guides the ice towards the weakest targets. Stay indoors if you can't help it. The Waxing crescent moon hangs overhead.
This tiny lot contains little more than an ATV and a steel oil drum with a piece of wire mesh overtop. The ATV is painted in blotches of black and green, with a wooden sign on the side reading, "Pets or Meat".
The blizzard is keeping folks indoors and Mikjel is no exception. Huddled in his ATV, under a pile of blankets, he is doing his best to keep warm. In the lot, snowdrifts have blown around and even the paths cleared through the snow are ankle-deep. Outside the paths, the snow rises to knee height.
Outside is also a Maya, wrapped up in a black coat, her head covered by a brightly coloured hat from which her plaited ponytails escape through two little holes. She makes it to Mikjel's door, hesitating before shifting the cups in her hands into one, pressed against her chest, to free up the hand to knock. Loudly. Repeatedly in some measure of a rhythm until he opens it.
It takes a few rounds of knocking to stir Mikjel from his blankets. When he finally does, it is only long enough for him to open the door. Seeing Maya there, he says, with a smile, "Come on in, before it cools down in here."
She steps in, holding out one of the mugs with a mittened hand. "I thought I would check if you were still alive, and if you wanted a coffee. I guess, if you were dead, you wouldn't want one but in that case, I might need it while I waited for transport for the frozen corpse." The joke is spoken with a broad grin and she settles on the blankets, cuddling her own.
Mikjel takes the cup from her, saying, "Ain't as I'm liable to get far, least not until the weather calms down." He settles onto the blankets next to her, sipping the coffee and continuing, "The truck's got electric heat, so I've mostly been staying put, so as not to freeze."
"You could have come over, you know. I was beginning to wonder." A slight reprove softened with a grin and a quick wrinkle of her nose. "Apartment has hot water, heating..." Maya's grin flashes wide again, and her hazel eyes tease him. "Me. Unless you have gone off being friends?"
Reaching out and giving her arm a squeeze, Mikjel says, "Yeah, but it's a long cold walk through town to get to your place." A grin plays across his lips as he continues, "No matter how many warm things are waiting for me at the end of the walk." His hand returns to the coffee cup, both hands wrapped around it, in an attempt to keep them warm.
Maya is light hearted, teasing, her grin coming easily to her lips. "I'm not worth a long cold walk? Mik, I'm truly hurt. Struck to the heart." She lifts a hand, pressing it against her chest, just above her heart. "Right here, see." She returns mittened hands to the cup, unconsciously copying his movement.
With a grin, Mikjel continues, saying, "Sorry, darling, but it's powerful cold out there, and I reckon that the walk might freeze my bits off." A smile at her as he takes a sip of his coffee before adding, "And then where would I be? All frostbitten and useful to no one."
"And yet, here I am! Sacrificing my bits in the interests of bringing an ungrateful man a warm drink..." The dramatic tone is carried off until the moment Maya laughs and leans back against the truck's side, resting the mug on her knees. "So, where have you been? Not at the Alibi... not in my shower..." The teasing is warm, lazy, and casual.
Laughing, Mikjel says, "Ain't as I'm ungrateful for the drink. The drink's warm, and in weather like this, I'm grateful for any warm thing I can get." He takes another sip of the coffee before saying, "Mostly, I've been here. Got food, got heat. Was planning on waiting out the weather." Giving her a grin, he adds, "Didn't realise as you and your shower were missing me that much."
"We weren't but we like to be sure that our playmates are alive." Maya's tone dips to dry humour and then she grins, taking a swig of the coffee, the steam rising in the truck as she does so. "Can you be lured out to dance a little with me? I'll buy you dinner." She is using a mock seductive tone, the corners of her mouth twitching.
Mikjel gives her a grin, sipping from the cup before he replies, "Wouldn't mind going dancing, and I can't say as I'd mind a dinner that ain't venison either. Ain't as it's bad, but it's getting a little tired, too." The smile still on his lips, he adds, "Leastwise, so long as it's just dancing. Wouldn't want to think you're trying to seduce and corrupt me."
Maya leans forward, settling with her elbows on her knees, watching him with deliberately widened eyes. "Me? Seduce and corrupt? Innocent little me?" She runs a finger across the brim of the cup, catching up the froth there and licking it off slowly, watching him as she does so. "Dancing and dinner. What else?"
Mikjel raises an eyebrow, smile unwavering. "I reckon as you've got all kinds of sordid plans percolating in that pretty pigtailed head of yours. Strange kinky plans the likes of which would terrify an innocent man like myself." Cup is raised to lips, eyes not leaving hers. "I ain't sure as to what you can come up with, but I'd daresay that you're more than capable of teasing and corrupting poor naive me."
Maya clears the froth easily, her mouth curving into a broad grin as her eyebrows lift. "I would never dress up in a corset and skirt, dance the night away, fill you full of good food and then let you take me home to the hot water in my shower, and a nice warm coffin." Her voice is low, laughing, hazel eyes dancing. "But if you don't fancy it, I'm sure Tiny does..." She tilts her head back to take a swig of the coffee, emptying the mug.
Mikjel tips the cup back, finishing the coffee and setting the cup on the floor next to him. One hand reaches out to rest on hers, as he says, "Well, if you're promising that you ain't gonna take me home and ravish me, I reckon as I could see my way to going dancing with you."
"I'm not promising anything." Maya's comment is soft, laughter filled, her eyes brimming with mischief. "I might let you take me home to my house, and ravish me." She uncurls from the blankets, putting her cup inside his as she rises. "Coming?" The look over her shoulder as she moves towards the door of the truck is inviting.
Mikjel follows, recovering his coat and wrapping it around himself before stepping out into the blizzard. Once outside the truck, he loops one arm in hers, hand in his pocket, as he lets her lead the way. The club is a liberal mix of modern and classic styles with a dark, warm lean to the hardwood and metal decor, dressed up with velvet and leather. Set up about the stage with attached DJ station and dance floor at the center, the entrance is set to one end of this, the bar to the other. The entrance itself is tightly controlled. There are always two well dressed people at the front, a bouncer to check each person coming in and another watching the drum and closet lockers that hold all patron weapons.
A broad , semi circular stage extends from the center of the widest wall, rising two feet, with lights rimming the edge and hidden in scaffolds high above. A rich red velvet curtain lies ready to sweep about and veil the stage itself from view. The DJ booth is set up right next to the stage, set into the same wall. With a thick window and biometric locks on the two side doors, one to the stage and the other to a set of stairs down, the equipment within is secure. Within a C shaped desk and racks hold the sound equipment, all linked into a central computer. All done up in sleek, dark cases, mixing well with the warm, wood paneling of the booth's exterior.
A dance floor is central to the club, laid out in a broad circle before the stage. Laid out in a semi circle opposite the stage side of the dance floor are a series of round tables, with smaller two person sized ones at the edge, with larger four person tables in the next row and a few grand six to eight person tables on the outer edge. All staggered to make for the best view for all to the dance floor and stage. To one side of this central focus is the bar, a broad affair taking up much of the shorter wall in width. The bar itself is a mix of modern and classic, with the simple, elegant hardwood design of the bar itself mixing with the display of alcohol behind it, opaque plastic shelves lit from within to highlight the wide selection of common and uncommon liquors for sale. The barstools themselves, lined up in a neat row, mix dark metallic stems with comfy red leather seats.
Under the coat, Maya is wearing the promised corset top, the promised skirt that flares and cuts off above her knees, worn with red soaks and the heavy shoes she prefers. Her squeeze of his arm as they leave the trailer park is familiar, laughing up at him, her eyes dancing. "Beer, Mik?" The offer is given casually as she leans against the bar.
Grinning at her as he follows her to the bar, Mikjel nods, saying, "Normally, I'd go for rye, but I reckon as I want to stay conscious to enjoy the dancing." He squeezes her arm, adding, under his breath, "And the coffin."
Maya orders, a large purple drink of her own in that tall glass with ice, and a bottle of cold beer for him. "Booth and food?" She reaches out, grabbing a menu to take with them, the spin lifting the skirt in the way it has been designed to do. "Fries? Or something more...real?"
His eyes drifting to the flash of thigh, Mikjel takes the bottle and follows her to the booth, saying, "Let's get something light. I reckon that if we manage to work up an appetite, we can always get something more filling later on."
Maya settles into the booth, giving him a broad grin. "Something light..." She concurs, dipping her eyes at the menu for a moment before she pushes the menu across to him. "You choose." There is mischief growing in her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching. "I plan to have something more filling later on."
Mikjel browses through the menu for a moment before raising his head and asking her, "They do cheese quesadillas here? I don't see them on the menu, so I ain't sure." The menu is left between them as he takes a sip of his beer.
She reaches for the menu, turning it so she can read it, glancing up with a grin. "You can always ask. They generally make what they can." An elbow on the table, Maya rests her chin in her hand, giving him serious eyes for a whole moment.
When the waitress next comes by, Mikjel does ask, and, on getting an answer in the affirmative, hands over the menu. Giving Maya a grin and holding out his hand, he asks, "So, while we're waiting for the food to show up, how about that dance?"
"That dance, huh? Sure you can manage it?" She is teasing him, as she takes his hand, rising from the booth. The pace of the music is quick, and Maya's hips move with it, her body finding the rhythm easily, proving that she can dance in a less energetic manner than she normally does.
Mikjel follows her out onto the dance floor, body moving to the beat. His hands rest on her hips as he says, over the music, "I reckon as I ain't too old for a little dancing, at least not yet." He steps close, body brushing against hers briefly before he says, "Maybe the days when I could dance all night non-stop are gone, but I ain't too old to follow a pretty girl out onto the dance floor."
Maya leans into his body, resting her hands against his chest, her lips curving into a smile. She lowers her voice to be a whisper only he can hear, "If you see one, we'll both follow her." The laughter in her eyes matches the broad curve of her lips. "But if you are tired, we can head back for a nap..."
Mikjel moves against her, a smile on his lips as he holds her close. "I'll tell you if I spot a girl I think you'll have a chance with." He gives her a squeeze around the waist before he adds, "You ain't worn me out yet. I reckon that you'll have to at least try a little harder."
She moves easily with him, leaning into the touch, a moment before she leans her cheek against his shoulder, letting the slower pace of the music dictate her movements. "I share nicely, you know that? We could take her home, pop her in the coffin." The laughing whisper is matched with a press of lips against his neck and another whisper, "I'm saving your energy for later."
Mikjel laughs, squeezing her hips and saying, "From anyone else, putting someone in tthe coffin would sound like a threat. From you, it just sounds lewd." Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he adds, "And I ain't adverse to sharing, neither, so if you see someone who catches your fancy, might be as I'd be willing to share."
IC they went back to Maya's. Scene closed abruptly.
