[Chapter originally written by 1995sonic1995 ]
As the rest of the women at the table rushed around in a panic, Grace simply crossed her arms and pouted. Already looking forward to her wavy-haired Romeo to come rescue her from this mess mess. Not realizing that the whining “bug” that just flew right past her ear was them. Said “bug” who in escaping her massive caboose was now on a crash course with its equal. Lightly pinwheeling Grace’s billboard sized frown would give way to a sea of navy, Blaise faintly smack right into the middle of the furious African beauty’s skirt!
Blaise would huff and puff franticly clawing at the cloth surface. The ground quaked and rumbled violently. Each hand hold he could find was given a white-knuckle grip. Gosh he wished he had put more effort into gym class! His arms quivering, he pulled and pulled as far up the incline as he could. Thankfully the navy mountains decent decreased the further he got.
Pull, Pull, Pull, “D-Don’t Look do…” Slip.
The boy whined quickly flailing another hand hold as his head whipped back. The winds fury pressing against him as he saw the vast expanse of blue give way to a rounded cliff into a bleary void of bright colors. He had always marveled at El Club's stone work. Ms. Flatum had spared no expense in wanting her club as authentic as possibly. The bleary void would be cut off by the masses of brown skin that was Mia’s calves and sandal covered feet rhythmically rolled in and out of view like ocean waves. Jerking his head back he squeezed himself against the navy surface.
“P-Please… stop walking! For just a second!” He cried out.
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“Mia. Mia wait for me!” Mia turned back towards the gruff voice and placed her arms on a cocked hip.
“And just. WHY, Should I?” she shot back. The white-haired woman from the group would approach her with a simple frown on her face.
“Becauze, I am friend?” she would respond. Mia just huffed and snapped a finger.
“HmmHmm… A friend would stop dragging me along to hang out with that… that… Grrr…”
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The blue ground would finally reach a type of calmness. Blaise would hold until finally giving a great sigh his muscles forcing him to relax. Mia’s “back shelf” was wide and thick enough that so long as she wasn’t moving, he could probably stand on it. But for now, he needed to get somewhere. He never heard of skirts having pockets, but he could only pray there was one here somewhere. Looking up he would slowly crawl his way towards the waistband rounded horizon. Worst comes to worst he would have to bear being smushed in its tight seatbelt like embrace but it beat the heck out of trying his luck just holding on.
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The Russian would simply chuckle “You wish to say… Brat, Royal Pain, Has ego bigger than moon sized ass?”
Mia snickered. “Hmmhmm… Helll yeeaahhh! Gah… Ya know I should just go right back there and…” Starting to move her friend would hold out a hand and stop her.
“Is worthless battle. Do not waste the breath.” Clenching her fists Mia would tense before letting out a sigh.
“Ya right. Thanks Sasha, you always got the right ideas.” Sasha chuckled again.
“Besides, direct combat is not always winning strategy. There are…” raising her hand she would flick up a card with Grace's smiling smug face on it. The text read ‘Graces private tab’. “…Other means of hurting one's enemies.” Mia’s lips would currle into a toothy Cheshire grin.
“Ooooooooo giiirrrrrllll… Ya'll really do got the right ideas!~” Sasha just nodded and wrapped an arm around her friend and guided them off towards the clubs doors. Where a great night was awaiting them. But a perilous adventure awaited Blaise...
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May 12, 2023
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