Behind Black Shades (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3: Rendezvous

Added a song in this one.
It's GELATO-Floyd Fuji

For those who don't know, Rendezvous is pronounced like (Ron-day-voo)

Friday
11:57 PM
Club Stratus, Moonlight District, NMC

Clubbing was rather boring on this particular night. You and Hailey never stuck by each other, and would both have your own separate adventures, but now only she was, and you were sitting at the bar drinking some type of tequila you didn't even know how to pronounce the name of. You were on your second glass.

You had limited yourself to only two drinks, since you did have to talk to Snowden, and then coherently call a cab and get home.

You had been sitting at that table for the past half hour, unmoving. A stark contrast to the environment around you. People dancing to loud music, colored tiles on the floor, and ambient, blinking lighting reminiscent to that of a psychedelic trip.

You would've been concerned about being out this long, if you actually had to go to work tomorrow, but you used two vacation days to just relax for a weekend. So at least this time you didn't have to worry about getting home so early.

To keep your mind off of things, you thought about anything that you could do this weekend. Go to the mall, maybe get ice cream from this cool place that opened up in Highland Park, or maybe just sit at home.

You look out onto the crowd again, taking another sip of your drink. The tequila felt like a flame cascading down your esophagus, and it made your stomach feel warm.

You peered at your glass and realized it was empty. With nothing left to do, you decided to check your phone.

It was around 12:03.

You thought about staying, but you now realized you had 12 minutes to talk to Snowden about this date.

You were still reeling from the fact that he accepted it, and how nonchalant he was. Was he just humoring you, or was he genuinely interested? He was too hard to read to actually figure it out.

While you thought about Snowden, you wondered what the "S" stood for. That wasn't going to be the first thing you ask him, but it was on your list of questions. Oh the possibilities...

Sam? Or maybe something more mysterious, like Solomon...nah he doesn't look old enough to be a Solomon. What about Spencer? Sounds jockish.

Just then you looked at your phone again, still open.

...

HOW THE FUCK WAS IT 12:14?!?!

You didn't even know you could think that long.

You quickly paid for your drink and walked out the club. After exiting through the doors, you saw a different set of security guards: two Dobermans who donned the same suit as Snowden and the guy he was working with.

You walked out of the small alley the club entrance was nestled in, and looked left and right, and saw the large wolf by a crosswalk. You jogged up to him.

"Hey! Uh, Snowden!" you called out.

Snowden stopped in his tracks, and turned back to look at you.

He waited as you paced towards him, and combined with your lack of prior exercise, and the slight buzz of alcohol in your body, you got a little more winded than you usually would. You were practically heaving by the time you got to him.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah *huff* just *pant* gimme a minute."

"Goddamn I am out of shape" you thought.