002-Dance

She had been in New York for only three days and almost all of her stuff has been sold or mailed out to Japan. She wanted to leave already. She had nothing to do and no one to talk to. Her movies were all gone and so was her television. She found a few game stations she didn’t remember she had, but with no television it was pointless to have them. Right now she wanted to do something that had nothing to do with packing or stay in this apartment.

“There’s got to be something to fucking do!” She shouted as she flopped onto her bed that was covered in clothes.

She sat up and looked at all the clothes. She smiled as she ran her hand over an old pair of baggy black and red cargo pants. There were chains hanging from the sides and clearly things still in the pockets. She picked them up to find old worn out glow sticks. She let out a chuckle and threw them all out.  She would wear these to Raves all the time when she was in NYC the last time. She looked at them for a moment then smiled.
She took a quick shower and drying off enough to make sure her hair would stay in a ponytail. Salima looked through her boxes and found numerous bracelets and put them all on. She put her cargo pants on and her black tube top on.
“I’m sure the usual place will be open.” She said as she looked for some eye liner.

She locked the front door and caught a cab fairly quick for the evening time. The traffic was bad as always but she didn’t mind sitting in the back of the cab, since this one seemed clean. It took almost an hour for her cab to get to the building. She paid and looked at the line. It was fairly short but that’s to be expected for a Wednesday night. She leaned against the wall outside as the line stood still. She could hear the beat and smiled. She needed a night to completely forget everything and just dance.
When she made it to the front of the line she looked at the bouncer. Lean and tall with brown hair. He had a few piercings and what looked like a tattoo on his neck. He looked familiar.
“Red?” his voice was deep. She looked at him for a moment and smiled, she remembered who this was.
“Mac? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” She said with a smile.
“Yeah well you got me fired from the last job.”
“You wanted to quit. I gave you a boost.”
“I never said it was a bad thing.” He said with a laugh. They chatted for a few moments, Salima letting in anyone behind her go inside. She liked having someone to talk to. When the music and the crowd started to grow she went inside.
“Red, you want me to come in with you?”
“I’ll be fine. I won’t be drinking. I just needed to get out and dance.” She said waving him off and walking inside.

When she was inside she looked around to see nothing had changed since she was here last. She loved it. Walking out into the dance floor she decided to get some glow sticks for when the lights went out. They went around her arms, neck and fingers. She was excited about finally being able to let loose. Her hips moved and she danced so freely. She danced with a few people, not too intimately but just enough to show she was a good dancer.
She could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket but she ignored it every time knowing right now was just a time for her. She was happy and free. Her arms moved as the beat got louder and faster. This was what she needed. Freedom.
The hours passed and she started to get tired. But she was defiantly happy. She danced until at least three until she felt someone touch her arm. She turned to see Mac standing there with a smile on his face.
“You off work!” She yelled. He just nodded his head. She grabbed his arm and they started to dance on the floor. She still seemed to have plenty on energy so the night was far from over.


When it was morning she woke up and winced at the bright light from the sun and turned away. She jumped feeling someone there. Mac’s hair was all over the place and she looked at him, he didn’t have a shirt on, or anything on for that matter. Neither did she. She ran her fingers through her hair and got up, knowing she needed a shower. She didn’t remember taking him to her apartment but apparently she did it.
The shower really relaxed her muscles, which seemed to be really sore. She walked out with a towel around her and saw Mac stretching. She finally took a good look at the tattoo that was on his neck and noticed it was a scorpion. She remembered him telling her that he was a Scorpio, so that’s why he had gotten it. He looked over to her and smiled.
“Well you’re up early. We got back here around six.” He told her. She looked over to the clock and saw it was 11AM. She cracked her neck and walked over to her dresser.
“I need to pack. Haven’t slept all too much while I’ve been here anyway.” She told him
“Nightmares?”
“No.” She looked at the bracelets that were still on her arms and took them off. “I got used to someone sleeping next to me is all.”
“Oh yeah. Johnny…” He said with a bit of jealousy.
“How do you know his name?” She turned around.
“Cause you said his name while you were… well…” He looked away from her for a second as her face turned bright red.
“Did I really? Oh god.” She hid her face in her hands.
“By the way.” She looked up at him. “You’re phone has been going off no stop.” He said tossing her the phone. She saw a bunch of missed messages. Some from Mariam, some from her brother and one or two from Johnny. She sighed and set it down.
“You want something to eat?”
“Can I eat you?” He asked.
“You can get dressed and sit in the kitchen.”

She went to her closet and grabbed a skirt and a tank top to throw on. When she turned around she saw Mac putting his shirt on. His back was covered in scratch marks. She grinned and walked out into the kitchen leaving him behind.

‘Looks like dancing wasn’t the only thing I needed.’ She thought to herself as she started to make some bacon and eggs.