Chapter 2

Micheal meets Sarah after...or is that before hours?

Sarah glared at him from one of the many doors.  “Do NOT open that door!” she barked out.  “Alex is sleeping and would be pissed to be woken up in the middle of the day!”

Michael slowly nodded, seeing her dark lace panties from his place on the floor.  He snapped himself out of the day dream and sighed.  “Sorry, it’s just not like there's a map or a tour guide,” he snorted back slowly standing back up.

Sarah growled and paced, her feet making no noise on the hard floors.  She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at nothing.  She then turned.  “How long have you been here?” She asked Michael, looking down at him.  “Couldn’t have been too long.  I just recently went to relax.”

Michael shrugged.  “I wasn’t gonna come anyway…but I was in the area.” Sarah snorted, proving she didn’t believe him.  He ignored it and continued on.  “I have been here about ten minutes give or take.”

Sarah nodded and pointed down the hall.  “I will come in there in a moment.  Don’t wanna wake up Alex.  So go back to the main area.  We’ll talk there.” She then disappeared into the room she had exited a few moments before.

Michael sighed and shrugged and turned heading back to the main area.  It looked like a bar, or a party dance floor.  Not a foyer.  The use of it as such confused him to no end.  He found one of the old wooden tables against a far wall and sat down.  He looked around, catching Bruce watching him from the darkness of the stairs.  Michael swallowed, nodding at Bruce.  Bruce didn’t acknowledge him but continued to keep guard.  Michael slowly thought to himself, “What’s he protecting?”  His thoughts were quickly interrupted as Sarah walked into the room and to the bar.

Sarah walked to the bar and poured a coke with a lot of ice for Michael and then for her a cherry coke with rum.  She sniffed the glass, added a few ice cubes, then a few extra cherries for good measure.  Grabbing a few cardboard coasters she headed back to the table, drinks balanced in her hands.  She made it to the table and put the coasters down, one handed, and then slowly shuffled the glasses down as well.  She slowly sat down and motioned for Michael, glaring up at Bruce then back at Michael.  “It won’t be any good if you wait for all the ice to melt,” she told him, shrugging and sipping her own beverage.  She fished a cherry out of the short glass and quickly snapped it off the stem, rolling the stem between her finger tips.  

Michael slowly made his way over and sat down across from her.  It was more of a booth than a normal table but at least this time he didn’t have to worry about being bowled over.  The leather cushion covering protested as he slowly moved into the long booth seat.  He took his soda and sipped it, studying her from over its rim.  Sarah slowly put the stem from the defeated cherry onto the coaster and sat back.  “I didn’t expect you so soon.” She replied, her voice almost like a low purr.  It instantly irritated Michael, but he said nothing.  “So…”She continued, running the tip of one of her black nails around the rim of the glass, “Like the décor?” She asked him, chuckling.  She pulled her finger to her mouth, licking the rum flavored soda off her finger tip.  She cocked her head, studying him.  “Kitchen isn’t open so I’m not gonna feed ya.” She replied, wondering if he had somehow swallowed his tongue.

Michael swallowed, hard, and then gave a small weak nod.  He sighed.  “So…why in the world did you hit me with a door?” he asked the first thing in his mind popping out of his mouth.  The look Sarah gave him instantly made him wish he had swallowed it.  She ignored him and just continued watching him, so he continued on.  “I…well..it’s kinda dark in here.” He replied, recalling one of her questions.  He closed his eyes and tried to remember.  “And yeah…well I was out and about so I figured I would come find yo…the club….”He stammered.  

Sarah snorted, shaking her head.  She knew that he was slightly confused.  She had been too her first time here.  She watched him for another moment before eating another cherry and pretending there was something interesting about tracing water droplets with her fingers that were caused by condensation.  She didn’t want to scare him, knowing Bruce had already.  She could smell the fear.  She had had to fight down the feel of excitement at that very scent.  It made her mind scream.  She slowly looked back up at him.  “Bruce isn’t too bad, by the way.  He’s just a guard.  We all work at night, except him…so he keeps all the….bad guys out.” She replied.

Michael’s eyes went wide and he swallowed.  “That…is a nice guy?” He asked, slightly confused.  He did not like that idea.  He was scary, even if not his words, his entire presence made chills run down Michael’s spine.  “I don’t want to meet a bad guy, if that’s one of the good guys.”

Sarah smiled, just a small flash of teeth.  She fought back to ask him what was a good guy and bad guy in his opinion.  They would all find out, soon enough.  She chuckled.  She was a good faker.  She shook her hair and chuckled, a flirty sound.  She sighed for a moment.  “Now If I was able to make a recommendation, I can sit here for a few, then I need to go back to sleep.  It’s early still.” She looked at her watch.  “I can get another three or four hours of rest.” She chuckled.  “Then come back, hang out, meet some people, make some friends.  Have fun.” She took another sip of her drink.  “Just stay away from the booze, so maybe you can remember people?” She asked, giving an actual smile.

Michael gave a snort and shook his head.  “Oh I do not want to drink again like that.  I don’t even remember having the first sip, which is the odd thing.” He scratched his chin thoughtfully then looked back up at her.  He shrugged.  “What time?” He asked, dropping his hand back to his glass, taking another sip.

“Be here at seven thirty.  Doors open at eight fifteen.  You can get in on VIP.”

“Sounds nice.”  He sighed for a moment and shrugged.  “Well then,” he slowly stood up.  “I will be back then.”  He flashed a smile.  

Sarah got up and followed him, motioning for Bruce to let him out.  Michael climbed the stairs, looked back, taking it all in once more.  “Use the front entrance!” Sarah told him, and then waved before she headed for the hall again.  She wanted more sleep.  This was going to be an interesting night.  

Michael walked past Bruce on the top stare, trying hard not to brush up against the bigger man.  He swallowed hard and got out into the air, looking up into the bright sun.  He shielded his eyes and turned, watching the old wooden door slam shut behind him.  He could almost imagine a plume of dust rushing out from around the frame.  Michael then headed down the side walk and disappeared around the corner, heading for home.

Author's Note

This is just a rough draft. Please excuse grammar errors.