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Crowded Room
Chapter One: Jace
The bodies were joined in a dancing frenzy, the stench of sweat, sex and alcohol filled the air. I let the music overtake me, as my fingers and hands guided themselves over the turntables as if they had a mind of their own. Everything that I had experienced in my life and all of the emotion I've felt over the last three years went into what I did, and nothing could ever stop me...
"Last call!" the bartender yelled, causing me to break out of my reverie. Nothing could ever stop me ... except that.
I looked at my cell phone, it was 2:45 AM, meaning we had to get everyone out and have this place straightened up my no later than 3:15. I stopped the music and got everything in it's place. Once the bartender yelled last call, I normally cleaned my area and hi-tailed it out of here.
I said goodnight to Mr. Emerson, the night club owner, and Jarrek, the bartender. My bag hung loose from my shoulder as I walked out the club door and into the waking morning of New York. I took a deep breath of air in -- only to gag and cough. Although I've lived in New York my entire life, the smells of exhaust mixed with various other things always got to me.
I hailed for a taxi as I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and lit it up. After a few minutes, a taxi finally pulled up to the curb. Getting in, I gave my address, and rolled the window down as I took a hit off of my stick. I sank into the worn seat of the cab -- which smelled of sweat and tobacco -- and let my muscles relax a bit.
The cab had finally taken off into the somewhat crowded street, and I let my eyes close partially. I was always exhausted when I got off of work, and I knew I could easily fall asleep in the back of the cab if I could. Well, I could, but then I'd piss of the driver because I am a heavy sleeper.
As the driver weaved in and out the slow-moving traffic, I felt my eyes getting a bit heavy, and realized there was no way I was going to be staying awake tonight.
-Time Elapse-
I felt myself sit up abruptly, looking around for a moment. "We're here," the driver said, causing me to look at him. "Oh. I--" I started, grabbing my bag and pulling out my money to pay him. "I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't too much trouble to wake up. I normally don't fall asleep in a cab." I handed him the money as he laughed.
"Actually, you were rather easy. I had just pulled up about two or three minutes ago," he replied, smiling at me in the rear-view mirror. I nodded as I smiled at him and then got out, swinging my bag over my shoulder and heading up the stairs of my apartment building.
Walking in the door, I looked around the first floor, which was a rather cramped space for a long moment. I remembered so many things about this building, and I felt the tears screaming for release. Letting out a sigh, I closed the door and ran up the stairs, not stopping until I reached my floor.
Seeing my door almost immediately, I unlocked it quickly and went it, closing and locking it behind me as I dropped my bag next to it and kicked my shoes off. It was going on 6, and I was getting sleepy again. Falling to my couch, I yawned for a moment and before I could relax much more, I was out, dreaming of a far off place where my brother ... was still alive.
"Last call!" the bartender yelled, causing me to break out of my reverie. Nothing could ever stop me ... except that.
I looked at my cell phone, it was 2:45 AM, meaning we had to get everyone out and have this place straightened up my no later than 3:15. I stopped the music and got everything in it's place. Once the bartender yelled last call, I normally cleaned my area and hi-tailed it out of here.
I said goodnight to Mr. Emerson, the night club owner, and Jarrek, the bartender. My bag hung loose from my shoulder as I walked out the club door and into the waking morning of New York. I took a deep breath of air in -- only to gag and cough. Although I've lived in New York my entire life, the smells of exhaust mixed with various other things always got to me.
I hailed for a taxi as I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and lit it up. After a few minutes, a taxi finally pulled up to the curb. Getting in, I gave my address, and rolled the window down as I took a hit off of my stick. I sank into the worn seat of the cab -- which smelled of sweat and tobacco -- and let my muscles relax a bit.
The cab had finally taken off into the somewhat crowded street, and I let my eyes close partially. I was always exhausted when I got off of work, and I knew I could easily fall asleep in the back of the cab if I could. Well, I could, but then I'd piss of the driver because I am a heavy sleeper.
As the driver weaved in and out the slow-moving traffic, I felt my eyes getting a bit heavy, and realized there was no way I was going to be staying awake tonight.
-Time Elapse-
I felt myself sit up abruptly, looking around for a moment. "We're here," the driver said, causing me to look at him. "Oh. I--" I started, grabbing my bag and pulling out my money to pay him. "I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't too much trouble to wake up. I normally don't fall asleep in a cab." I handed him the money as he laughed.
"Actually, you were rather easy. I had just pulled up about two or three minutes ago," he replied, smiling at me in the rear-view mirror. I nodded as I smiled at him and then got out, swinging my bag over my shoulder and heading up the stairs of my apartment building.
Walking in the door, I looked around the first floor, which was a rather cramped space for a long moment. I remembered so many things about this building, and I felt the tears screaming for release. Letting out a sigh, I closed the door and ran up the stairs, not stopping until I reached my floor.
Seeing my door almost immediately, I unlocked it quickly and went it, closing and locking it behind me as I dropped my bag next to it and kicked my shoes off. It was going on 6, and I was getting sleepy again. Falling to my couch, I yawned for a moment and before I could relax much more, I was out, dreaming of a far off place where my brother ... was still alive.