The Ironwood Rave: Sign of the Apocalypse

Cyd caught sight of Olin, he tended to draw a crowd, and sure enough, there were soon rave bunnies and boys trying to draw him into a dance circle. She skip hopped over behind him and covered his eyes. “Three guesses,” she said into his ear.

Olin smiled. “Oh, who could it be? It’s not Ms. Claus is it? I told you no one can know, Mr. Claus finds out and I’m on the naughty list forever!” He joked.

“But the naughty list is where all the fun happens,” Cyd said coyly, giving him a light pat on his backside. “Glad you came!”

“Of course, I came! Miss a good party where both of us are not doing something at the same time? I get to dance all night with you. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Though If Mathias took the day off that might be a sign of the apocalypse.” Olin said snaking his arms around Cyd’s waist.

“He got jumped,” Cyd said, looking back over to her brother. “So I’m trying to keep an eye on him.” She moved closer to Olin, sliding her hands around his neck as they moved in rhythm to the beat.

“Jumped?” Olin said taken a bit aback. It was easy to find the danger of walking around the worst parts of the city. The Skyes where so savvy it seemed the idea if something like that happened was slim to none. “Is he okay? Shouldn’t he be … you know … home?”

“And bring on the apocalypse?” She asked, pressing her body to his as the beat changed up. “He’s got a shiner, hence the sunglasses, and he took a shot to the ribs, but they got nothing from him. I made sure that Serena and her friend stick with him, and he promised they’d leave early if he started hurting. “You’ve never been mugged?”

“Not mugged for my money.” Olin said with a shrug. “Beside if that happened I would be stuffed in a louis vuitton steamer trunk and shipped to Norway.”

“First class all the way,” Cyd said with a grin, regretting bringing up the subject. One more way they were worlds apart. But that was the beauty of the rave, you could be anyone and be with anyone.

“Well if he’s fine and the world isn’t ending …” He said swaying with Cyd. “... then about we say fuck it and partly like it is?”

With the red devil kicking in, and being that close to Olin, Cyd practically melted. “Fuck it,” she repeated, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “Let’s party.”