Pyke

Camila

The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision.

The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work.

Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.

The bass frequencies from the huge sound systems reverberate through my chest cavity. My eyes widen in amazement to see the virtual music playing on the 3D walls. Laser lights flash patterns to the dance floor, and it simultaneously changes colors to the beat of the music. Pretty awesome, I must say.

The DJ plays one of the most popular hit songs on the chart. People yell in excitement, hands raising in the air as they move like in slow motion.

Bianca and Megan drag me to the crowded dance floor. The smell of sweat, perfumes, and booze don’t stop me from swaying my hips as I watch my friends are also dancing with me.

I grin and close my eyes. It feels good to get lost in the music thumping through the speakers. The beat of the music starts pulsating my body as I follow the rhythm.

We dance for I don’t know how long until I am sweaty and slick. My breathing catches and my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

Bianca says something that I can’t make out any words.

“What?” I yell.

We bark into laughter when we clearly can’t understand one another. We get ourselves out of the dance floor, even so, the music is still loud for us to start chatting.

“I need a drink!” Megan yells to my ear.

I nod in agreement, yelling back, “I need a restroom!”

She leans her face closer, pointing to the empty table at the left corner of the bar. “We’ll be there.”

then walk away, trying to find the ladies room. I groan inwardly as I see the line of women waiting outside the ladies room is longer than customers waiting

strong hand grabs me on my arm. I

brown eyes narrowing down at me. His fake blond hair is jelled up

are you doing in

“Why do people go to the nightclubs, Kill?” I bark sarcastically.

you’re coming?” he asks, though he knows already the

brother to me. I don’t want an hour of his lecture on why I come tonight though, that’s why I did not tell him.

you will allow me.”

Saturday night and it’s too loud and crowded for you,” he says as if

do have eyes, and the last time I checked my auditory nerves are just

later he sighs in defeat. “Where are your friends?”

it’s too late for him to do anything. We’re already here, and he

“They found a

looking at the long line

“Yup.”

my wrist. Kyland is a perfect cousin though

stop in front of the door with ‘for employees use only’ sign at an

to go back to work. Get back to your friends once you’re done and lock the door after you, okay?” He inspects me from head to toe, shaking his head, then walks away without

what I wear tonight. I’ll think about what to answer later, or I might shut my mouth up

the restroom, uttering thank you. This is a hundred times cleaner than the public restroom that I’m going to use if Kyland didn’t see me.

my hands dry with a paper towel while taking a look at myself in the mirror. I re-coat

with a sigh of satisfaction, I walk

A voice of a woman makes me to a

brow rises.

“Oh God, faster!”

His single word gives me shiver, and something in me

is just a few

the woman yells in between pants. “Make me