04-06-2023, 11:19 AM
The show was nearly over and the sweat pouring from Nox's forehead was more than enough to show how tired he was. It wasn't a physical tired so much as mentally and emotionally tired. He barely had time to think beyond what weave was next, what to drop and were to go.
A gust of wind blew up from underneath near the crescendo of music that would wrap up the last of the ring maneuvers. The short toga flew up and instinctually Nox shoved his hands down in front of him and the silhouette gave the impression of mocking the famous Marilyn Monroe pose of her on a grate with that white dress. Nox took it the step further up on realization and held his hand just far enough from his face that the shadows the audience saw knew for a fact that he was mocking embarrassment.
Funny thing was -- he almost told Oriena she could do that -- or something similar. But he hadn't needed to. She did it freely herself and at a very good time almost like it had been rehersed. Except it hadn't.
The lights dimmed and the curtains closed and Nox collapsed the the ground unraveling all the tied weaves and letting the power wink out. The cool floor helped to ease his aching muscles. He was dead. He wanted to sleep. But he had things to do.
The girls helped him up and they all refreshed themselves before taking a stroll around the club to make their tips and extra fun with some of their favorites.
Nox had a few friends he wanted to see. And at least one he wanted to meet before the night was out.
But first Nox grasped the power one more time and wove the flaming blue fire illusion about his head and let it dance in the lights of Kallisti. It made him smile as he dropped the power.
On the floor he glanced at the bar where Raffe should be but w asn't and took a deep breath. He could do this -- all of it. If anything he'd show Ori that he could do his job and flirt just fine with the patrons.
Nox stopped at each table and smiled and did the small talk thing while they stared at the flaming hair up close and personal. One guy asked if he could touch it. Sorry, man -- Nox smiled and moved on, waving his hand to one of the waitresses to bring the girls he was about to approach a round on the house. He stopped between the women and put his arm around both of them just as the waitress placed two glasses in front of them. "Danika, you came. That the diet coke I owe you? Or did you choose something a bit stronger?"
A gust of wind blew up from underneath near the crescendo of music that would wrap up the last of the ring maneuvers. The short toga flew up and instinctually Nox shoved his hands down in front of him and the silhouette gave the impression of mocking the famous Marilyn Monroe pose of her on a grate with that white dress. Nox took it the step further up on realization and held his hand just far enough from his face that the shadows the audience saw knew for a fact that he was mocking embarrassment.
Funny thing was -- he almost told Oriena she could do that -- or something similar. But he hadn't needed to. She did it freely herself and at a very good time almost like it had been rehersed. Except it hadn't.
The lights dimmed and the curtains closed and Nox collapsed the the ground unraveling all the tied weaves and letting the power wink out. The cool floor helped to ease his aching muscles. He was dead. He wanted to sleep. But he had things to do.
The girls helped him up and they all refreshed themselves before taking a stroll around the club to make their tips and extra fun with some of their favorites.
Nox had a few friends he wanted to see. And at least one he wanted to meet before the night was out.
But first Nox grasped the power one more time and wove the flaming blue fire illusion about his head and let it dance in the lights of Kallisti. It made him smile as he dropped the power.
On the floor he glanced at the bar where Raffe should be but w asn't and took a deep breath. He could do this -- all of it. If anything he'd show Ori that he could do his job and flirt just fine with the patrons.
Nox stopped at each table and smiled and did the small talk thing while they stared at the flaming hair up close and personal. One guy asked if he could touch it. Sorry, man -- Nox smiled and moved on, waving his hand to one of the waitresses to bring the girls he was about to approach a round on the house. He stopped between the women and put his arm around both of them just as the waitress placed two glasses in front of them. "Danika, you came. That the diet coke I owe you? Or did you choose something a bit stronger?"
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