Back out in the pandemonium of the club, Rain and Luna slowly began to make their ways through the crowd towards the exit, Rain still trying to stop staring at what was essentially herself. Every so often Luna would check to see that they hadn't been somehow thrust apart by the throng, and every time she did Rain felt a little flutter of something that she simply had to ignore.
Then someone was flung from a mosh pit and knocked her to the floor. She swore loudly at the emo boy that had done it and cursed the fact that the Chronivac was in disrepair, because she could so easily have forgiven herself for transforming him into God knows what. Getting over her temporary angst she realised that something a little more serious had happened. She had been seperated from Luna. An icy hand punched her in the stomach, and kept punching.
"Consumed by the shadows of an illuminated world, discarded by kismet and circumstance, I ask the night to forgive me and bring back the only soul that matters," she said.
She paused.
"There isn't time to be pretentious!" she screamed at nobody in particular, but of course, she couldn't stop.
"Pretense is an answer to a question we're afraid to ask," said a man next to her.
"Who are you?"
"You seem lost in an abstract sort of way. I just wondered if you would like any help?"
Again her heart skipped a beat. This person, whoever he was, personified enigma, and Rain and her irrevocably raised levels of arousal found him virtually irresistable. This evening was turning out quite unlike she had planned. Her head buzzed, her still being drunk from earlier.
She tried to make a decision.