Remembering a Friend

[Sebastian]

Roman Mordvinov

The night was cool. Yeah yeah, end of spring-beginning of summer and alla that. But today had been warm. And the club had gotten hot, especially there at the end. Between Holly and then Proya and the rest, well, it felt good to feel the night air around him. Course Holly was walking next to him, as was Proya. It wasn't very far. He eyes Proya's clothes. Eh. Good enough, he supposed. His silver thread suit and black silk shirt and black suede shoes would do. Holly had a thigh length tight black dress that hugged her curves. His eyes seemed to feel her up when he'd turned to look at her when they'd left.

It was weird. She'd been practically naked before, in just a nearly see thru teddy. And yet like this, somehow, she seemed sexier. Maybe it was the moonlight. And that smile. And those eyes. And he was flyin' after all. That heightened everything. Bottom line- he was having fun. The fighting was only icing to the cake.

Anyway, it was a short walk. Before long they were outside Kallisti. Holly's eyes went wide. She'd clearly never been there, but had heard of the place. "Alright man. This isn't like the other place. This is upscale. I'm guessing you know how to keep your nose clean. High rollers in here. So try not to throw anyone across the room."
He laughed, remembering the red-headed proprietor or whatever it was called. She had a temper on her. Some guy had tried to get handsy with one of the girls and she had lit into him before having the bouncer throw him and his whole crew out. Lion and shit. "This isn't, strictly speaking, a strip club. Watch yourself. But....I think you'll like it."


They walked in, Roman discreetly giving the hostess some bills to seat them at his usual table. As they walked, the stage lights had gone dark wehn a weak spotlight began to show the floor. The shadows gradually resolved themselves into two girls who somehow looked like vines or long limbed trees, lithe and willowy. The shadows made it hard for him to tell. Was that body paint or was it just tight clothing? Or was it a pattern from another projector displaying across their form.

Whatever it was, it was something, the way they rose from the floor, as if growing, somehow twining around each other. He turned to look at Holly to see what she thought, as they passed a table.

He heard a name and stopped, face going cold and frowning. "What did you say?"
he said coldly to the two men at the table.