Dream Like New York

Who? Domino Chance and Laura Meyer
What? The unexpected
When? Saturday Night
Where? A club in Manhattan

Laura still loved to go to clubs. It was a rare happening these days, what with all the work that she had to do, but when she got a chance, she would still go out and dance her ass off. It was a classic way to melt the stress away, and right now, with Mark away, stress at work was pretty damn high. There were good things going on, though. Seeing her baby brother absolutely head over heels in love with his best friend for one, was beautiful in itself. It helped to make things not feel quite so stressful. But she had to admit, after having Melody, her own friend with whom she'd fallen pretty deeply in love, fall for someone else, she was feeling the sting of loneliness in a new and deep way. She and Meli had shared a friends with benefits arrangement, but... but she had no idea how that would go now that she had a boyfriend, and Laura had a broken heart. Even if Hunter and Meli were cool with open relationships, how could Laura make love to her best friend without renewing the pangs of heartache that came with knowing she could never have her as anything more?

So maybe part of coming to the club was to find yet another faceless person to fuck the pain away with. It didn't seem to matter who it was, or even whether a guy or a girl. She just needed someone to have a bit of fun with and forget about what was going on until morning. And that was when she spotted him across the bar... Spencer... the guy that Rhys had been convinced was some kind of awful nightmare of a person. But he didn't look like a nightmare at all. In fact, he looked like he was dancing himself into a sweat, just like Laura was, and was surrounded by a healthy harem of both men and women.

She pushed her way through the crowd, mesmerized by the motion of his body. He wore tight leather pants, and was bare from the chest up, leaving nothing to the imagination as his body twisted and turned to the music. She managed to make it right up to his side, and he gave her a smile, but there was no denying it this close up... he was strung out on something, and the look in his eyes was glazed over at best. Only a second later, a half clad twink was pressed into his arms, grinding against him to the music, and caught up in a hot and heavy kiss.

She had to smirk at that. Maybe there were drugs or an unhealthy amount of booze at best involved, but Laura was a dyed in the wool fag hag, and she'd never be offended watching two gorgeous men going at each other. She shrugged it off and walked back over to the bar to order a drink, only to immediately be handed one by the bartender with a nod to a guy a few stools down the bar who had apparently been watching her. Something about that gave her an uneasy feeling, but far from being impolite, she strolled over to the guy and smiled at him, thanking him for the drink.

He joined her on the dance floor, despite not having been invited, and wrapped one arm tightly around her waist... so tightly in fact that Laura felt a little bit trapped. She tried to move back a little and put some space between them, but the guy was holding onto her so tightly that she couldn't move even an inch. It was only a moment or two before his hand was up her skirt and pushing her underwear aside, and she was so horrified... so fucking shocked... that she didn't even know how to respond. "Fuck you!" she screamed, but the words were lost in the dull thumping bass of the music, and the asshole smirked before catching her mouth in a filthy kiss that made her want to vomit, presumably to keep her from screaming again. There were so many people in various states of nearly fucking on the dance floor that no one would be entirely shocked to see a guy with his hand up a girl's skirt. Especially not if she wasn't protesting.

But one thing Laura was pretty good at was thinking on her feet, and she pulled out of the kiss quickly, delivering a sharp knee to the bastard's groin. He groaned as he stumbled back, but then he was moving back toward her in a hurry, and Laura knew that, in the crowd, there was nowhere she'd have space to make a run for it... She was bracing herself to find another way to fight back when the guy grabbed her wrist, but was stunned into silence when a flash of blonde hair accompanied a fist flying at him out of nowhere to literally break his nose. A strong hand, this one feminine, took hers, and her eyes went wide when she turned to face her rescuer who was already tugging her toward an exit.