HOTT 05 ~ Only By The Night

[a_lost_prophet]

[COLOR=gray]Hello, so it's been a while since I posted last, sorry about that. I've had this chapter collecting dust on the hard drive but here it is. Thinking about maybe starting the next well. Will see how it goes.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=silver]Robert suggested the idea. Tom thought it was crazy. However Morigan insisted. After twenty-four hours of craziness Robert yearned for some normality, which on Thursday night means, alcohol and clubbing! Living close the city and regularly indulging in the nightlife; Robert knew where to go, knew who to speak to and who not too in Bristol. He made many friends here from all the rugby matches he was involved in. The petty rivalry lied between the two universities in Bristol, thankfully Bath University was considered as the friend next door, the one who would always ring the doorbell asking if they could come out and play. And after his first match with them both, everyone knew Roberts name.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]Passing the bouncers in black, they descended down from the main entrance of the club and slowly walked across the 70?s disco themed dance floor, leopard print sofa, rubix cubes lamp shades and disco balls spinning from the ceiling. The venue was truly awful and difficult to look at. Tom strangling behind without much interest in the crowd and the room but Robert scanned over the heads looking for familiar faces. He was brought here many times before; to his regret there are many pole dancing photos on Facebook.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?What are you going to introduce me as?? Robert wasn?t paying much attention, he swiftly moved from table to table, lapping the dance floor, past the DJ booth until they ended up by the bar again.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?I dunno,? he replied, signalling the barman for two pints, ?Uni mate, on my course or something.?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Ah, History?? The obvious sign of malcontent was ignored; he was trying to drop hints, resisting the idea, anything just to get back to the small matter of saving the world. Down a second set of stair Tom suddenly felt a little claustrophobic in the centre of the narrow tunnel. Down the side of either wall were alcoves of tables, each with 20 people crowded around, there was just enough space to slide through the seating bodies and now none since Robert stepped in. Boys and girls, big and small, rugby and hockey; the full assortment from the universities and all they had to offer in testosterone fuelled alcoholism. As Robert made the final thud off the stairs the whole room when silent, they were starring at the two boys, but the focus was on the broad shouldered Greek Adonis that blocked the light from the disco ball. The pause was awkward but to their relief a shrilling voice screamed out Robert?s name, and broke the stunned silence. The vacant blonde in the boob tube rushed over and hugged him, barely getting her thin twigs over his melon sized arms. She along with her group were the friendly faces he was hoping to find. An assortment of players, player girlfriends, coaches and extended friends who witness a near defeat at the hands of Bath Uni Rugby Club.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]The hours passed and beers flowed, one plastic pint glass after another. Wedge between two obese rugby players who thought the key to the ideal build came from deep fried everything, knew nothing of personal space as they drunkenly smacked Tom the lightweight from both angles. Rob stood the end of the table, whispering in the giggling blonde ear, her hand slowly stoking the Heroes abs from under the tight black tank top, the tank top Tom bought him while Robert hid his nakedness in an alley. In that alley, Robert held his arms up and Tom dressed him, gently, guiding his arms through the small gaps and unrolling the fabric down his mighty chest, but once past that they eased and hugged his abs. Robert made it clear he didn?t want to be touched by Tom early that morning but why would he let such a vacant shallow plastered blonde Barbie doll fiddle with the slabs of steel hard abs. The jealous and loneliness festered, fuelled the alcohol, he decided to continue being irrational by starring into the bottle of the glass.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?We?re just popping out for a fag? that was a lie, he doesn?t smoke. They walked up the stairs back outside, hand in hand, Robert dragging her skipping self behind. As soon as he had the chance Tom escaped the prisons of players and made a bee line for the bar. Since coming in the place had gotten busier, cutting through the crowd was tougher and fragrant smell of mixed perfume and mixed alcohol puddles were in the air. Finally reaching the bar he noticed the couple returning, Robert relieved and the blonde waddling in as if she had just been fucked by a fire extinguisher. The bar stares at him with a perplexed expression as Tom breaks out into hysterics, the room completely clueless to what?s going on. On a distant seat Tom observes the rugby player from the rim of his glass, sweet talking one girl after another and walking her outside. Not a single one walked back in with any grace. To a some extend Tom felt allayed, the punished he would have received was not worth a battering as close he would have wanted to get somebody, wasn?t worth the torture, best it was spread among the female of the species, since they were so willing and uninformed. Sitting at the end on a row he hadn?t noticed he had guests;[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Sorry,? she asked with a vodka smile, ?was there anyone sitting here??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Erm no,? he said welcomingly, and they returned in kind. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]From then on, there were no more dark thoughts about unrequited love, quests and evil apparitions. He sat around the table with them. Amazed that a random couple of strangers would be sharing their stories with a new friend they made simply by sitting next to him. To his surprise, he didn?t object, he happily spent his time with them. Between rounds there was also one song that one of them loved, it was enough to take them to the dance floor and sweep him away with them. And as they came back he found himself sitting next to and getting to know someone new[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?So what do you do?? asked Gwen; Chinese mother, Welsh father, student of cellular biology and lover of a good pint of Guinness. He had to lie, on the spot, think fast![/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?History...at Bath,? he had to play along with the previous lie, he couldn?t risk being caught out.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Shots!? looking over his shoulder Shaun appeared with a tray of small glasses with glowing green alcohol, he squeezed in next to Tom, winking down at him as he passed over the shot glass. He ran his fingers through the long auburn hair before knocking back the shot. The rest followed, choking and cringing at the sour apple flavour and burning vodka. The first few chords of Dirty Dancing rang through the air, the boys groaned and the girls screamed.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?I love this song!? Donna was the one to call it and with those four words they were all sentenced to the dance floor until the track was over. In admits the rum and absinthe green lights Tom?s body swayed with the music, Kevin the musician had to grab him on occasions to stop him from falling, no different to having to grab Gwen, in the end he had to prop the two up against each other to avoid embarrassment. But as the songs kept on coming they stayed on and the alcohol wore off the move they raved under the close quarter heat.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Do you want another drink?? Shaun lent in, lips almost rest on his ears, hands slipping under Tom?s black t-shirt and rest on his hips. He felt a ripple run over his skin when Shaun touched him, new beads of sweat.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?You?re gonna get me drunk,? he slurred out.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Not the way I was planning,? he winked at him again. Tom had to turn his head to look away as Shaun leapt towards the bar, he couldn?t let him see the rush of warm blood to his face.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?You?re blushing!? came Morigan?s voice over the music and the noise.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?You?re watching?!? he yelled out loud, so close to the speaker it couldn?t be heard by those around him.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?What?s up?? Robert appeared from above. The dance floor was a step lower than the rest of the bar. Robert leaned over the railing just to tap him on the shoulder.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?What?!? so many things going on in his head, and so, so much alcohol he couldn?t order his thoughts. ?How are you watching??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Cos I?m standing right here,?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Not you?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Turn left? there, swaying to Jimi Hendrix, her glowing blonde hair. A strapless red dress, slender all the way down to the knees and three inch heels under black boots, she danced to the sound of The Watchtower. Spinning to face away she enchanted everyone around, men and women admired her rhythm and her grace, her hips swinging to the guitar, hypnotic...and very Shakira.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Who?s the old lady?? of all the ways Robert could have worded that question that was possibly the worse to say out loud within an ear shot of Morigan. Even against the thunderous music she would hear his words.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?That?s the boss, you dick? [/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]She marched through the crowds as they parted like the Red Sea before her, in awe and wonder. Following the railing around she slow rose up the steps and back on herself to meet Robert eye to eye. ?Old Lady?? she was reserved, there was nothing in her voice, just a sinister and unsettling calm. She eyed him up and down. ?And do we have here??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Robert Palmer, 22 years old, 5?11??, 220lb,? informed Tom, he noticed he had grown an inch overnight, ?Hero of Strength, with the Twin Dark Star short swords, undergraduate student of History at the University of Bath and fly-half for their first rugby team, born and raised in Loughborough...?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?...thank you dear.? She gave Tom a quick look up and down, ?what have I told you about always keeping ruins on you?? he wondered how on earth she could tell? She turned her attention back to Robert, she was so still, her face gave nothing away, unphased yet curious. She swung one arm over his shoulder and pulled him in closer, ?Tell me dear Robert, do you know anyone who looks this good, after 15 centuries??[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver] The night carried on, Tom wondered the club for a while before getting sucked back into his new circle of drunken friends, that probably won?t remember his name in the morning after the night before. Robert returned to drinking games, putting away more pints than this team mates could handle. A formidable body indeed, and not just in terms of strength. The heat and musky aroma of the Hero drew in some much desired attention, women where latching onto his arms, their fingers stroking the curves and cuts of his triceps. Taking their hand he led them outside for one ?cigarette break? after another. A small walk down a dark river side path and she would throw herself onto him, under the moon, and ravaged by lust he forced his way through the dress and between her legs. Pushing apart the warmth and the wet, such thickness she could scream in ecstasy and agony. Their bodies alive and on fire with pleasure and power mortals until the hot cream would dip down his shaft. Then they quick walk back, she would wonder off in limping euphoria while he would scout the next willing groupie. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Long Island Ice Tea; quite nice, Mojito; not so nice, White Russian Bride; I?ll have another.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Tom worked his way down the cocktail menu, which was one of Donna?s less smart suggestions. The art of conversation was not lost on this group, they talked throughout the night, laughed so hard that it hurt, danced until their feet ached and drank until Tom and Shaun were propped up against eachother.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Cosmopolitan!? screamed Gwen reading down the menu, ?I?ll need extra hands.? She ushered Steve and Donna to come with her. Shaun and Tom silently stood at the high table, before the towering glasses and empty bottles. They caught each other?s eye before looking away. Sucking on his lips Tom spoke first. ?Having fun??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Er, yea? more silence, made awkward now by the failed attempt of conversation. It had been so long for Tom, how to talk to people, how to talk to men? ?Listen,? said Shaun, drawing himself in closer, ?If you want we can go somewhere else, there are other clubs, pub, bars, whatever in this town.? His heart slammed at the ribcage with every beat, Shaun moved in so close he could smell the Channel off his neck, he could taste it. His full lips were so smooth and so...[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Tom,? the voice carried over the blaring the music, turning around Robert stood at the entrance to the club, with in bouncers in black standing either side with a third walking towards him.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?I?ll be a second,? he said to Shaun, meeting the approaching man, ?Is everything alright??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Do you know this man sir?? asked the rounded man, he never understood the job specification for a bouncer; excessively large, irrespective of the fact that he stood no chance of chasing someone like Robert down the street. Which brought him back to wondering, what?s occurring? [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Public indecency?!? in the women?s toilets, apparently on the seventh go of the night he couldn?t wait to take her somewhere private. The walk back to the hotel was bitterly cold but Tom?s raging fury kept him hot in the chilling breeze. For him and Shaun there was no other club, pub, bar or ?whatever? for them. He had to leave with the Hero of No Self Restraint as a ban from one club was a ban from all, in Bristol City. They have no choice but to return to their room, there was nowhere else for them to go. Nowhere to go with Shaun, to go and be alone, and things were going so well - Tom fumed as they walked past the water front and the fountains. In their path, was a black silhouetted figure, her golden hair glowed at night was thrown back by the winter winds. Morigan?s had donned a black coat so grand it was like a gown, long sleek and down to shin, with enough room to unveil her 3 inched heels black boots.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]?Unfortunately gentlemen,? she announced, walking towards them, she held out the black file she held in her gloved hands, ?your night is not yet over.?[/COLOR]

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[Greggrth]

Yay! Great to see you're posting again. Nice work mate ^^

[sexiscriptor]

so fuckin well written, man love it ^.^
sorry it took me so long to comment :X you know i luffs you tho ;p
Ille