Felix #5
I kept my helmet on, the visor down and hiding my face as I walked past the winding line and straight to the door, approaching the bouncer.
The large man, dressed in all black, moved to stop me from entering while the line of onlookers sneered and scoffed, obviously pissed off.
“Hold up, there. No one gets in without paying the cover charge. Plus you have to wait your turn in line just like everyone else. And the back of the line is down there.” He pointed before clasping his hands in front of his body.
“No cutting. Now, please make your way to the end of the line, sir.”
I sighed, and lifted the visor of my helmet, revealing my eyes. “You sure about that?” I asked, slightly annoyed. “Why not take a closer look.”
The man’s face drained of color as he recognized me.
He stepped aside, fumbling over his words while motioning me forward.
“S-shit! Forgive me! I-I didn’t know!” He touched the earpiece he wore, speaking quietly into it.
“Boss—the green-eyed devil is here.” He then turned back to me and forced a smile, noticeably uncomfortable.
“Sorry about that, Felix. I didn’t recognize you.
” He quickly lofted the rope and welcomed me inside.
“VIP is expecting you. Please let me, or any of the employees know if you need anything.” He stepped aside, slightly lowering his head in a show of both respect and fear as I walked past.
I patted his shoulder, slipping a hundred-dollar bill into his nice jacket pocket while walking by. “Keep an eye on my bike.”
“Y-yes, sir!” The bouncer cut the line after I stepped inside and you could hear everyone else gasp in outrage that I just walked in while they had to wait. It made my lips curl in amusement at how fucking ignorant they all were to who I really was.
Now, where are you, little cottontail?
My curiosity grew with each step I took as I walked into the overly-crowded club, that unfamiliar anxiety growing in my chest as I removed my helmet, shaking my black hair loose and making my way to the VIP booth.
The owner of the club was already there, waiting to greet me while wearing a forced smile.
“Felix! What a pleasant surprise!” He reached out to shake my hand, but I looked past him, unbothered.
“Right.” The man snapped his fingers, and bottle service arrived.
“I must say, I half expected your siblings to drop by, but having the older Osvaldo member present is such a rare honor!”
I took a seat along the velvet couch and shot him a look. “Haze and Indigo are busy tonight. And I’m here on…business.”
The man nodded. “Right. Well, I know you prefer your solitude, but if you need anything at all, do not hesitate to ask. My staff has been alerted to your presence and are on standby and ready to meet your every need.” I nodded as the club lights shifted from their usual red to a vibrant fuchsia.
The music shifted from the club’s usual preference to a lower beat, slowly growing in volume and depth as it rolled through the crowd like a wave.
The owner turned to leave, but I raised my hand and stopped him.
“Hold up.” The man froze and turned back to face me.
My eyes moved past him as I spotted her—cottontail—making her way through the crowd.
She stuck out like a sore thumb, her long, snow-colored hair nearly glowing in the dark, and flowing well past her back while she remained facing away from me.
I leaned forward a bit, watching as she turned in my direction.
She was dressed in a light blush-colored, playboy-inspired latex bodysuit studded with grommets and buckle straps, a matching garment belt, cuffs, and a collar.
And sitting atop her vibrant white head of hair, was a set of matching pink bunny ears that lit up with neon lights.
Her pale face was covered in all sorts of glitter and pastel makeup, her exposed arms and legs also smothered in it as she sparkled under the neon nights.
“Who is that?” I asked, pointing to the woman, my focus locked on the little vixen.
The owner turned, following my gaze. “The guest DJ?”
I nodded.
The resident DJ of The Red Eye gripped his microphone and shouted to the crowded club as he ushered the woman over.
“Alright, you late night party animals! I’ve got an extra special surprise for you tonight!
Put your hands together for tonight’s guest DJ, and the bunny of your dreams, DJ Cottontail!
” The entire club erupted into cheers as the lights flashed like lightning, vibrant shades of neon pink drenching the entire place as the woman hugged the man, causing something deep inside me to stir.
Why is he touching her?
The owner cleared his throat, redirecting my focus as I realized my hands had squeezed into fists. “I believe the woman’s name is Danika Dream.” I nodded the owner away, keeping my eyes on her.
Danika Dream.
I looked back at Dream, watching as she began to show off her talents.
The lights mirrored the bass of her song of choice, a classic orchestra sound that slowly crept through the speakers, growing into a deep reverb as she blended another song into it, the immense beat shaking the club.
Magenta and purple neon lights filled the space as everyone moved to her beat, dancing while she mixed the tracks effortlessly, creating something magical as she bobbed her head and swayed with the music.
She raised a single arm into the air, smiling wide as confetti rained down onto the crowd, the beat reaching its climax and just then, time slowed as something shifted in me.
There was something about her…the way she smiled, the way she moved her body under those lights…
she wasn’t just another pretty face you’d pass on the street or see in your day to day life.
No. She was fucking ethereal. And I was captivated by her presence.
The way her long, white hair swayed as she rocked her body under the lights, making her skin sparkle as if soaked in the night sky itself.
She was a living, breathing, walking dream.
And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, her hazel eyes lifted and pierced through the crowd, landing directly on me and taking my breath away. And for a brief, passing second, everything else in my miserable, lonely life melted away, leaving only her. Dream.
Fuck me.
She looked away, adding another track as I continued to watch her perform, completely enamored. My torso tightened, my heart pounding as I became a bit lightheaded. I leaned back on the couch and clutched my chest, struggling to pretend I was okay when I was anything but.
What is happening to me?
I sat there, trying to figure out what was happening.
Is this…Is this how Haze feels? It can’t be…can it?
Dream’s lips curled into a seductive smile and I felt my body react in a way it hadn’t in such a long time. Or ever. And I knew then, that no matter what, I needed to know everything about her.
I’m so fucked.