Ivestigating In The Wrong Place

A Story by Mouse

Goth kids scare me. They're all dressed in stuff that, I think, is a little extreme. I even saw one girl near the entrance of the club with tampons woven in her hair. They were red so I hope to God that she dyed them. When I looked a little to long at her, she jumped at me like she would kick my a*s and I flinched back, of course. Like I said, goth kids scare me.

I escaped the girl's hostility and slipped into the club. The music that pounded beneath my feet was mostly deep rumbling bass and some growling guy that looked kind of like John Davis. I avoided the stage and instead elbowed over to the bar where they were serving red wine or juice in a cup that was shaped, and colored, like a human heart. The guy behind the bar itself looked high. He didn't say anything and just stood, watching me. We waited for a minute or so, both of us staring at eachother, then I guessed I had to go first. "Yeah, can I get a cranberry juice please?" The guy didn't move and I thought I was going to have to yell it at him but he eventually went off to hopefully get my drink.

I heard someone giggle off to the left of me and turned to see a girl sitting at the bar, her black dress way to tight and rode higher than her father probably liked. "Just cranberry juice?" She asked, her smile taunting. I smiled back at her, turning to face her completely. "I don't drink." At this she raised a finely plucked eye brow and looked me up and down, her eyes like bugs crawling over me. The shiver that raced down my spine was invoulentary. "If you don't drink and you don't look like one of us, why on earth are you here?" She asked, sliding off her chair and coming to lean against the bar next to me, a juice filled heart gripped expertly in her hand. "I'm looking for someone. I'm beginning to think she led me here as some kind of joke." The man behind the bar came back and set down a heart in front of me, filled to the brim with dark red cranberry juice. I nodded my thanks and he moved down the bar to someone else, not making a sound.

The girl next to me chuckled again as I tried to hold the heart-glass and not spill anything on me. I wasn't used to gripping an organ, glass or otherwise. "Who are you looking for? I bet I could find her for you." She leaned over the bar and pulled out a thin piece of hollow plastic, popping it into my drink. It was a bendy straw. I grinned and took a sip, the tart juice washing over my tongue. "I'm looking for Jack." Instantly the girl seemed to lose her charm, her eyes narrowing into mean mascara coated slits. "Who?" She asked, though it was obvious she knew Jackeline. She was giving me a chance to back out. "Rabbit." I said, taking another sip of my cranberry drink.