Chapter 1

The neon green "EXIT"blinked as people stepped into the room. It was dark, somehow darkness worked well with the great number of people in here. The raucous background music set the mood for the club, there were intolerable screams and orgasms from the deserted corner. The music failed to conceal it, but then, no one really seemed to mind it.

I sat upon a tall stool, unattended. Ryan called me out, promising to have a drink, but I was dumped in the corner. Yes, alone. The bar-tender was busy having his own conversation with a fair lady sitting 3 seats to my left. Fucking dickheads, they must be well on their way to number for the night. I sat there, juggling the ice cubes in my glass.

"It sure is hot in here," a voice squeaked from behind.

I turned to look at her. She was tightly dressed and under the flickering lights, she looked demonic to a certain degree. I ran my eyes from her legs to her face. By the ruling of the society, she was classed as those "doable hotties", people would want to have a taste of her, but with zero intention in knowing them at a personal or business level. She wore a cherry red lipstick, thickly mascaraed.

I nodded.

She shuffled her ass and pulled a stool next to me. I got a clearer view of her. There was something about her which was unsettling. She was voluptuous in nature, but demonic. It must had been something about how her eyebrows curled in a parabolic arc and faded to a sharp line. It was beautiful, but there was something evil in it. Her mole situated right on top of the left side of her lip.

I slip away slightly. She wouldn't have notice it. I just needed some breathing space.

"So how do you do?" she smiled, her tongue twisted as she said it.

"Just nogging"

"Nogging? That is a cute way if saying drinking."

I glared at her. She had quite an irritating tone in her voice. It was as though she was hissing into my ears, luring me in.

"You feel uncomfortable?"

I stiffened and blushed. "Yeah."

"You're cute. I'm cute too."

"The Big Sleep?" I enquired.

"The Big Sleep? What do you mean?" she swung her head in disbelief.

"What you said came from the book called The Big Sleep. Raymond Chandler." Eventually, I came to the other possible meaning in my reply. I must have sounded extremely stupid, in the end, sexual affinity was not a talent that I was gifted.

Silence intruded between us for quite some time. She watched me taking sips of my whisky. I asked the bartender for some more ice cubes, I played with them.

"Why are you such a depressive?"

"Cause I can?" She should just go away.

"It's heaps manly. I like it."

Fuck sakes. There was an impeding force that existed between us, and every second of it was uneasy. A bleating sound up-roared from the background. I turned around to look.

She tapped on my shoulder. "Hey, promise me you will be here again tomorrow night." She dashed out of the room before I could reply.

From there, I had a collection of events without any specific order:
- the smashing of broken glass, clashing
- the thumping bass which was out of sync with the tremble
- shouting and screaming of the people
- the siren of ambulance and police