Sour Celebrations.

Posted on Tue May 21st, 2019 @ 1:59am by

628 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: New Las Vegas, Earth.

The club the trio of security officers stood outside of on the New Vegas strip. Peperell clasped the hand of Brooks before hugging Kalith. The stars were bright above them and his eyes could pick up the great stardock in orbit. "Come on my friends, lets enjoy our last night of shore leave, and remember the hotel room coordinants 124,125 and 126. "

Music poared out the doors and the attractive men paid their way in with a credit stick and headed to the bar. With drinks in hand they watched the light show with the musical tunes and asked the ladies to dance. All of them. Over the course of the night the trio got more intoxicated as the drinks flowed liberally. None of them lacked for dance partners over the nightNibbles came out occasionally and he had a drink of water periodically... Nielan grinned at the redhead that was draped over Kalith. Giving him a thumbs up, he let his eyes slide over the croud. A curvy blonde caught his eye. 10/10.

Downing his drink, he enjoyed the last dregs of lime and raspberry flavor. Odd flavor aftertaste, kind of bitterNielan thought, his thoughts becomeing more...fragmented.

Floating. He was floating, and it felt divine. He didn't for a second think that this wasn't how he was supposed to feel. This wasn't normal for him, he felt fine and he was going to keep it that way. He should go find that girl and tell her she was fine.

There she was! That hot little blonde number with the legs that went on for miles.

"You're a...beautiful lady." he slurred his words a little. "You should come home with me. Yesh. You should."

She laughed and he beamed around the bar in triumph. Patting his arm the blonde then took his hand and led him from the bar. When the music eased, the throb in his head eased too "Oh that's nice" he said with a quiet sigh. "I thought the club was going to charge me extra for splitting my head open."

Another laugh from the girl on his arm and a quiet "Where did you have in mind as home flyboy?"

"Ive a hotel. 12 um.....125 North." Flyboy was an odd moniker for him. Maybe if he was a pilot, but he wasnt.

"Sounds great baby...lets get there."

Everything went black. There were still sounds, and sensations from his body but nothing that he could truly make sense of. Feathery touches turned into waves of crawling sensations over his whole body which in turn became heated pools that he rested his extremities in.

It took an age before the words swirling around him in eddies actually began to take form that he could understand.

"He's still unconscious"

"His vitals are stable but we should call a doctor."

"Why do we want to waste a doctor's time on this scumbag?"

There was quiet for a time, and he tried to open his gummy eyes and immediately shut them again. His world was hazy and dark, and nausea tugged at his guts. Sound approached again, and he heard a voice he remembered. There was a flash of memory of her enthusiastic cries as she was astride him.

"Him. He attacked me."

"Very good ma'am."

When he opened his eyes, the bright lights made him immediately close them with a grimace. He licked his lips and was disgusted at the bitter film that coated them. Had he been sick? How could he not remember? Everything from last night was a blank after 0200. Something was very wrong here and with him. They hadnt removed his commbadge from its spot inside his hidden pocket and before he lost conciousness again he tapped the emergency pattern into it.

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