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Apr. 19th, 2025 at 7:28 PM
[A few hours of open road makes for easygoing fun. It's great to be traveling again, and the feeling of Chrissy leaning up against his back, holding on tight while he whips ahead on a wide-open freeway through the pitch black of night is like nothing else. The last time they were racing up and down this freeway, they were on the way to go burn a bunch of people's lives down - but now that's hours back, back with the rest of the city. They've left the lights and have nothing to look at but the pavement in Johnnie's headlight, the glimpses of stars shining weakly through hazy clouds, and occasionally an oncoming car.
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
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[Maybe her butt hanging out, but they'll be driving so fast it's not like anyone will really get a peek. And even if they do, who cares? She looks good and everyone should get to see that. She's still grinning as she settles in behind him on the bike, and her arms wrap around him nice and tight.
He seems to have an idea of where he wants to take her, so she just enjoys the short ride. It's no time at all before he's parking and helping her off the bike, and she takes hold of his hand and leans in for a kiss before he leads her inside.]
Club DV8? Oh! I get it! We're about to deviate, huh babe?
[She does a silly little dance as they reach the doors, where they're promptly stoped by a giant bouncer who asks to see Johnnie's ID. He notably doesn't bother mentioning that he'd like to see hers.]
C'mon, man, you got an invite list or somethin'? I'm twenty one, gimme a fuckin' break.
[Honestly, the guy will probably do something shitty like bend his card in half if he hands one over, once he reads the birth date. And these things are expensive and annoying to get, he doesn't really want to lose one. Benny Garcia is useful at home.
The bouncer is not swayed whatsoever by his attitude and holds out a hand as one last request.]
Prove it, then, bucko.
[Johnnie glances over at the door. There's probably a back way in, every club and bar has a kitchen door somewhere. The smart thing to do would be to step back, give up, and find that alternate entrance, or have Chrissy let him in from the back.
But he's not smart, he's annoyed, so the fleeting thought disappears as Johnnie stuffs his wallet back into his pocket instead.]
Fuck you, man. You don't wanna fuckin' mess with me. You lemme in there or you're gonna have some real fuckin' regrets in a few seconds here.
[To which the bouncer looks him up and down, grabs him by the jacket and shoves him away from the door to make room for a couple who have just come up behind him.]
Come on, we'll just go in the back. And if we can't do that, I'm killing that guy and we're going in the front.
[They stroll along to the back, where Chrissy gets distracted from actually finding a service entrance by pushing him against the brick wall to kiss him. It definitely gets a little red on his lips, and she laughs as she wipes it away.]
I think a band is going to the side door. Let's follow them in.
Cool, yeah, perfect. I thought about somethin' like this but then that guy fuckin' pissed me off. He's real lucky I didn't stab him.
[Not that he was going to. He'd like to hang out in this city just a little bit longer without having to run from the cops. But he sure felt like doing it.
It's a small club and the band is doing as he and his group do, managing all the instruments themselves without anything like roadies. So it's pretty easy for Johnnie to step up and make a reason for them to go in the side rather than just sneaking and being suspicious.]
Hey, you guys need a hand? Here -
[Without waiting for an answer, he gets his arms around part of the drum kit, and nods to Chrissy.]
Hey babe, hold the door for us, wouldya?
[The band has no reason to be suspicious, and quite clearly the guy next to him hauling around a bunch of cables is wearing gratitude on his face.]
[She's all too happy to help, and even goes to grab one of the little amps to carry in once all the others make their way through the door. It's brought over to the little stage and the guy that takes it from her looks her over with a grin.]
Hey, thanks. Drinks are on us later.
[That makes Chrissy laugh, and she shakes her head.]
Oh, I'm only drinking what my boyfriend buys me.
[It's just safer that way.
The guy in the band glances over at Johnnie and shrugs, before going back out to grab more. That leaves her and Johnnie able to slip away somewhere else, and she takes in everything with a lopsided grin. This place isn't very big, but it's charming and loud and fun.]
Hey, I'll take you up on that after the show! Can't wait to hear you play!
[Seriously, it's not like these guys are going to try and roofie him. Probably. Right?
Anyway, who cares, he's happy to take the opportunity to vanish into the mix with Chrissy. The crowd is still building, but the music playing over the speakers is enough to get people dancing and drinking already anyway. Johnnie laughs as he pulls her in close for a quick little celebratory kiss before towing her toward the bar.]
This music is so fucking weird! Every time I hear shit from your time it blows my fuckin' mind. Do any of those tapes I grabbed sound like this? I wanna play this shit for the guys back home!
[It's so... much. So electronic, so futuristic. He doesn't have words for it and he's not sure if he loves it or not but he does love the novelty.]
[She hesitates, unsure how to best describe it.]
Well, it's just like dance club music! It has a really good beat, doesn't it? I bet we can stop by a music store and find something just like it to bring back home.
[It would be so much fun to grab a little boombox and bring it back with as many tapes as they can carry. Her goal tonight is to find one. The rest of the World Enders would absolutely get a thrill out of hearing future music.
But for now, she turns her attention to the bar. Her tongue grazes across her lips as she ponders what sounds good, and as they edge in to stand at the side of the bar she leans in to whisper so Johnnie can hear what she wants.]
I want to have something really strong so I can not have to drink a lot but still have a lot of fun.
[Because it's sort of sweet, the sweetest he can think of without adding sugar. But if she's not down for shots of pure liquor, then liquor with some kind of syrup will be the next obvious choice he supposes.
While she decides, he gets a shot of rum for himself, and drags it closer to him once the bartender serves up.]
See, hardly even matters what it tastes like anyway, a drink that size goes down real fast real easy.
[As proven by him knocking it back like he's having a quick chug of water. Damn good. Rum's not his favorite ever, but it's tasty enough.]
[She cheers him on as he chugs his down, and claps her hands together as if this is a firm decision he can't talk her out of. Not like he'd want to, he probably loves it when she's trashed and loses control. She's probably a lot more fun that way. Or maybe she's more work because he has to really watch after her and babysit her to keep her from getting into trouble.
Either way, she orders one of what Johnnie's having, and as soon as the bartender slides her the shot she chugs it down. It burns and she shudders, but holds up two fingers to order two more. One goes in each hand and she slams one after the other. There's more burning and shuddering, but it definitely gets to her head real quick.]
How many of those do you normally drink, babe?
[But that's just a light suggestion. She loves to go hard, he knows that, and it's pretty funny. As long as she gets the fun time she wants for as long as she wants before he has to drag her around, it's all fine with him.
Plus, they did want to go "shopping" later - but there's always time for that another day if they're too busy having fun here to do that tonight too.
Meanwhile, he waves the bartender down for another for himself, and stops at two for now. He'll come get more later though, that's for sure.]
The best part about being in this time is that they don't have to perform. In the 50s and 60s dancing is about showing off. In the 1980s, it's about being up on each other like its standing in as foreplay. And she's all too happy to let her minidress ride up a little as they move together, pressed close. She's giggly and grinning, having the time of her life.]
I can't wait for the day when it's all the World Enders out here together like this. We'll take over every club we go to.
And the fantasy of having all his friends out here, having the whole gang get to experience what they do, to travel up and down and in and out through time, partying and rampaging all they can, shit. Shit, that's the best possible future.]
Yeah, babe. See, this trip it's just you an' me, we can scout out, get some ideas, see the best places. An' then next time? It'll be dozens of us. Hundreds! Take over the whole fuckin' west coast, then the rest of the country too!
[Hard to know how much she got of that - this place is just getting louder and louder as people keep packing in. There's no room for anyone to dance in any way except for what they're doing here, moving right against each other with no space between them.]
The song shifts to another and she turns so she can dance facing him for a little while. They stay pressed close, her hand cradling the back of his head so she can guide him in for a kiss whenever she wants one. There's absolutely no thought or care in regard to that lipstick she worked so hard to put on. She's having fun, that's all that matters.]
Do you wanna get more to drink after this song? We could dance a little more then maybe find somewhere to be closer.
[She's amazed she's able to put that as politely as she does.]
[And how cute of her to put it that way. He snickers as he indulges in another long kiss and slow grind, not exactly rushing to get that drink. But the song comes to an explosive end with its thumping electronic beat, and Johnnie tugs her toward the bar for another couple shots. His head is swimming and fuzzy with lights and sound and lust - exactly how it should be in a place like this.
He clinks his shot glass against hers and gulps it down, oblivious fully to the taste of the alcohol. It's the effect he's after.]
Oh, fuck yeah. C'mere, baby girl, you drink up an' then you come with me.
[He has his hand up her thigh, sneaking under the hem of her dress, before she's even had time to gulp down her drink. Won't be hard to find somewhere to be closer in a place like this one, dark and full of bodies oblivious to everything around them.]
I think I'm ready to go with you now.
[Always so polite, she smiles as she pulls back just enough to check her shot glass and make sure it's empty. Yeah, it definitely is. Time to go. She uses two fingers to touch at her head and salute the bartender, who watches in amusement as she and Johnnie drag each other away.]
[They probably should, but they don't have to. This place is pretty packed, and only slightly less crazy than the one in New York when it comes to drugs and bodies and music. The walls are mostly already occupied here, either by wallflowers nursing drinks or couples making out with a fervor that borders on openly fucking, or maybe even gets there - it's too dark to be sure and Johnnie isn't interested in staring.
Regardless, they're not the only ones with the intent of doing more than dancing, and Johnnie's brain is just fuzzy enough with alcohol to have a hard time thinking of anything more creative than anyone else is. He pulls Chrissy tight to him in one of the darker corners of the room and kisses her, while a hand slips between her legs to grind his palm against her clit through her panties.]
Even if we go outside we might not be alone out there.
[What was this place called, again? Some play on "deviant"? Because fuck, that sure does sound about right, right now.]
[The words come out a gasped whisper, as her legs part a little and she tries to not rock her hips in time with the motion of his hand. She's currently of the opinion that if it feels good, they should definitely do it. And she's feeling pretty damn good.
They're in a dark corner, music is playing loud, and people all over the place are on each other. It's fine.
Her hand goes to his jeans, palming at his cock through the fabric. This is good, but it's not enough. There's no way they're going to just give each other handjobs right here in the middle of the club. They deserve better than that.]
I want to feel more of you.
[Her mouth is against his ear as she whines it, and she lets her tongue trail along the edge before she sucks at the lobe. It's not fair how badly she wants him all the time, but she's pretty sure he must want her just as bad. Because they're definitely caught up in an arousal feedback loop right now, where everything feels good but not enough.]
[The words are almost groaned, and probably would be hard to hear over the music if his mouth wasn't right against her ear. He tugs at her earlobe with his teeth as he maneuvers them both toward some of the available wall space back in this direction. They'll need that. He's not acrobatic enough to fuck while standing without at least one of them having some kind of support.
With her back to the wall, and his back to the rest of the club, he unbuckles his belt as quickly as he can and then leaves his jeans hanging open once the zipper is undone. The rest needs to hold on as he kisses her hungrily, claiming her mouth with his while he props himself up one-handed with a palm to the wall past her ear.]
[She's whining. She shouldn't be, she's getting what she wants. But she's just so needy to feel him that it makes her impatient. He's the one that gets her back against the wall, the one that initiates that searing kiss. But she's the one that angles herself against the wall and arches with her legs parted, and she's the one that hurries to try and fish his cock out of his pants so he can find his way inside her.
Of course, it doesn't necessarily happen fast enough for her liking, and she winds up rocking her hips down enough to guide the tip to press into her. She softly gasps against his lips, letting that be enough for a second. They've barely even started and she already has to catch her breath.]
You look like starlight, baby girl.
[All those lights blinking across her shimmery dress. The alcohol makes the illusion even more believable. She's some fucking star princess and she's all his for the taking - as long as they don't both topple over, eager but drunk.]
Of course, some of it is probably her dress. It is very...shiny. But it makes her even more like a princess to him, and he's hers to seduce into doing this in the middle of the club. It's better this time than when they attempted it back in New York, because now they know each other so well that their bodies essentially move in sync with a need to fuck. It's poetic.
Her footing only slips up once, but her legs hold firm. She slaps a hand back against the wall like it will stabilize herself, and her other hand grips hold of his shoulder. They're not falling down and stopping. Not a chance. She's so into this that it won't take any time at all for her to finish, so she just has to hold out on drunken clumsiness for a little longer.]
I'm your luz de las estrellas. [That makes her half-laugh, half-groan.] Shining just for you.
Fuck, though, she feels good. Pleasure shoots straight to his spine, making his knees feel weak. He buries his mouth against her neck, keeping her close as he fucks her, willing himself to keep going. He won't come just yet, not when she's having such a good time being pinned between him and the wall, shuddering with every thrust.]
Her body has residual shivers as she clings hold of him, hands rubbing circles against his back as her face turns to bury itself against his neck. It briefly registers that there's a couple of guys right next to them laughing, but she blocks them out. They're just jealous.]
The other thing that does register pretty quickly as his haze fades is that snickering. Johnnie takes a few seconds to get his pants zipped up and belt fastened, then directs a raised eyebrow at the two of them - but it's coupled with a satisfied smirk, he can't help that.]
Better go get your own, boys.
[He can handle stupid teasing banter, that's fine. It is kind of funny, fucking in a club so brazenly. If one of them says something to security, maybe then he'll do something more.
The piped in music over the speakers fades, and there's a pop from the mic on the stage as someone taps it after it's hooked up. That band they followed in must have finished setting up their shit. Johnnie grins stageward, but he can't really see past all the heads of the crowd from back here so he returns his attention to Chrissy, cupping the back of her head as he pulls her in for a kiss.]
Those guys on stage might be our cue to head out. There's a lot more city for us to explore tonight. If I can walk straight, that is! Might have to get a couple more shots in me to make sure I can.
I'm not sure I can handle another, but let's go get you some more.
[Shots are fun, but she's definitely a lightweight when it comes to that stuff. She's still giggly and light headed, and has to hold onto his hand to have him help keep her from tripping as they make their way through the club back toward the bar.]
I'm not sure I can walk straight, actually.
[That makes her extra giggly, and she gives his hand a squeeze as her head ducks to briefly press against his shoulder in an attempt at embarrassment.]