The bus slows as it reaches your stop, and your legs ache as you rise from the seat. Last week was rough on them and you are still a little sore. The line of street lamps leads off toward the lone occupied warehouse, long converted into the club. The line to get in enters the edge of your vision as you approach the former warehouse. Stopping for a moment, you decide to skip the entrance and you catch the smirk of the bouncer as you pass by the entrance and continue to the far side of the building.
Waking up, you can't help but grin. The calendar has been marked with 'Pony Event' since the turn of the month. Last time was fun, and you are pretty sure that I got another can of that liquid latex. The day drags on agonizingly though, the minutes tick slower and slower. By the time that you finish your chores it's early after-noon and still far too early to go. That doesn't stop you from poking around in the closet, finding a box in my name. Shaking it gently, it rattles like a jar or bottle, with a gentle liquid shifting inside.
Looking in the mirror, your dress shirt is absolutely laying funny. Turning to the side you sigh as you knot your tie. “Must be the smoothies I get” you mumble to no one in particular. Black slacks and black shoes. Grabbing your pack you catch one last look in the mirror. Running a hand through your hair, you think you still cut a good look. Stack of tracts to pass out, and a bible in the pack. Cross around your neck, proudly displayed for everyone to see. Another day of saving sinners from Satan and His minions in the modern world.
Sitting on the couch cross legged, you wait. Your laptop is on your lap, but you aren't actually looking at it. Just sitting out waiting for the instant your roommate leaves for the day. The package you ordered finally arrived, and the instant she is gone you are having fun. Your mind keeps drifting to the package in your room. Coils of soft rope, and shorter bits to weave into easy cuffs. A couple other fun things to toss into the mix too. You just need her to leave. The minutes tick on agonizingly, a subtitled video on knot tying playing again.
Whispers have been going through the town, all day. Scouts saw a Dragon again, but not Gorlom the massive bronze beast which has 'owned' your town for longer than anyone alive can remember. Instead, they saw a lithe amethyst beast flying out far past the forbidden woods. Everyone in town was thrilled when Anne, the last girl selected by lottery as an offering to the monster, came home unscathed after a couple days. Now, nearly five months later everyone had forgotten that the lottery had ever happened. Young women were allowed to pursue their hearts instead of waiting until they were too old for the monster Gorlom's tastes to ensure the town would not be razed.
Standing by the door, I indicate the large gear bag. You perk up, the club is always fun but there is only one reason for me to break out the worn old duffle bag. It's heavier than usual too. Holding the handle with both hands we leave and walk the short walk to the bus stop. The ride isn't long, but seems like forever. Something inside the bag is filled with a thick liquid which glugs occasionally as it shifts. You shift in the seat in excitement, it's been ages since the last time you got to suit up and these stops are only making it worse.
You look skeptically at Ashley as she holds an outfit for you. “It's cold out, and you want me to wear that?” The latex top and miniskirt appear far too revealing for your tastes. Loose jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie over top would be much more your speed. She shakes her head. “No no, you will overheat super fast once we get inside! Fifty people dancing and rubbing and partying all at once makes a building heat up.” “Yeah, about that, I still don't know how you talked me into going to this. Couldn't we start out having like, a game night?”
Looking at your phone, you see it's getting on to one. You finish your drink, wave the bartender over, and settle your tab. The club doesn't close for hours yet, but you have an appointment of sorts to keep. Smiling, you stand up from your stool and walk out of the club. Dipping away from the line of lights, much like you did last week, you walk to the far end of the warehouse that houses the club. Peeking down, you only see darkness and the end of the club's dumpster. Hearing nothing, you carefully walk into the alleyway to the dumpster.
Standing quietly in the dressing room, you watch me dig through the costumes in the back racks. “I know it's here somewhere, tonight calls for something a little different.” Finally after minutes of shifting outfits around, and I pull something out triumphantly. A suit jacket, with short skirt. The bow tie dangling off the neck causes you to laugh. “Something funny, pet? You should be dressed already.” The outfit I picked out for you tonight could be described as 'A piece of rope'. Picking the skimpy thing up, you reluctantly strip.
You check your phone again. No new mail, just like five minutes ago. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you fall back your phone next to you. It was a long shot anyway. A chance to live and work and socialize with other folk like you. Even an offer of well paying employment. Sighing, resigned to something else you curl on the bed and try to sleep your phone beside you. The buzz under the pillow wakes you. Groggy and with only the moonlight to see by it takes you almost a minute to realize you were atop your phone.