Flying High 01

The colours danced around. Sounds blared loudly. The party was in full action. All the people moved simultaneously to the beat of the music. There was smoke, fog drifting everywhere, giving the party a mysterious aura. The place was shrouded with intensity of the party.

Jump up. Jump down. Sway. Sway. Repeat.

Relia followed the same pattern again and again as the song played. She didn't want to seem out of place at a party. A nightclub was a dangerous place. If you showed anyone you didn't feel like you were supposed to be there... Well, then you wouldn't be. There was an endless supply of food and drinks. This was the first party she had ever been to. Maybe even the last.

Relia slowed down as the song slowed and finished. The people around her dispersed as they all reached for a drink. Some others stayed and started dancing to the new song. Relia walked away from the dance scene and walked towards where she hoped was the toilets.

"Hey." A robust man greeted her from behind. Relia turned around.

His hair was wavy, dirty blond. He had green eyes that had flecks of gray. He wore casual clothes that looked like he always frequented parties. He looked around early twenties... but not quite.

Relia looked at him. She had been taught many times before to never trust a stranger, especially at parties. This man was her opinion of drool. Well, not really. "Hello?"

"Hi." He flashed her a smile. "That's my area."

Area? Relia looked at the 'area' behind her and found a sign saying 'VIP Area'.

"Could you please move now?" He asked politely.

Relia twitched. Her first party. Her first stranger at her first party that had talked to her. That stranger was turning out to be a jerk. A very big one at that. His politeness could never fool her.

"What makes you think I'm not VIP?" Relia replied haughtily. "I belong here as much as you."

He snorted at that. "Well. First of all, look at you. You look as if you were dressed to go to prom. Second of all, you have this doe-eyed look on you. You don't belong here."

Relia glared at him. "You don't own this club so why should you care so much?"

He chuckled at that. "I'm allowed to care about whatever I want... What's your name?"

She paused. "Relia. What might yours be?"

"Is she bothering you, sir?" A bodyguard approached the two, looking at Relia in particular.

"Yes. She is bothering me. Would you mind taking her to that place?" He never made eye contact with Relia as he said this.

That jerk! Relia fumed. What the hell is that place? Her curiosity impeded her judgment as she was swiped by the bodyguard.

There was a small blow to her head, and her mind blanked out. Her mind drifting into a peaceful sleep...