Dear reader, do you want to know one of the interesting things about life? It's the fact that as it all crumbles around you, you will find strength. You will find courage and obstinance. You will inexorably try to find a way to live, but it will be at some cost. First, it will be at the cost of all your comfortable ways. Then it will be at the cost of sex, food, water, and shelter. Finally, it will be at the cost of friends and loved ones. To spite them, or perhaps, because of them, you will always try and find a way. The only problem is that you don't know who you are after you make that decision to survive. You just don't know who you are anymore.
Did I wake up in Nelson's arms and fall back to sleep? Currently, I am wrapped up in sexy feeling sheets, wondering if I'll ever find my way out again. I am not really unable to move, but unwilling, wrapped in a sleepy bliss that is unlikely to be fought, but my mind is wrestling over the details of an amazing dream that I had that night previous. As I grind my teeth together, I wonder how much is real, or fantasy.
The Gauntlet:
After having that surreal moment with Belle, she began to scurry around the room and pack a small jeweled bag with tiny items, little pieces of bric-a-brac from the shelves in our candlelit room full of books. She dutifully blew out every candle as she paced and placed herself about the room. I found myself puckering my lips together and empathetically blowing into the air as I watched her do this, but I was becoming increasingly light headed, while she seemed unaffected, bobbing around the room and sticking things in her little rhinestone encrusted bag. Then, she put a couple of books in there. They were small at first and then, larger and larger books began to impossibly fill this small jeweled handbag that she was carrying!
Skeptically, I was still sitting on the stool, waving my hand in front of my face, trying to pull myself together. It was a bad idea, the tracers from my fingertips were at least 6 inches long and my hand was looking like a construction of mirror panes. Drugs err bad. The room was breathing, pulsing walls, pushing in and out and the floor looked like grape jelly. I was afraid to take my feet off of the stool and walk.
Belle took a moment from her exodus and marveled over at me. I grinned and tried to ask her about the mystical properties of her bag, and what came out sounded something like this, "You're so pretty and magic. How did your bag know what you wanted to take? Are we in danger? Why are we leaving so fast? The floor doesn't look traversable...How are you walking like that?" Imagine that kind of babble through a scotch and absinthe induced drug blaze.
Belle kept smiling at me, starting to glow in her linen white dress. She said, "Oh wow. You are so ready for this." I found myself agreeing while teetering on top of my stool. All the while I wondered how Belle was walking on all this grape jelly. She flipped her phone open, "Neeeelllllssssooonnnnnnnnnnn." She sang into her phone. It bleeped back at her after a second and Nelson's voice shot through the room like a static crusted ricochet.
"Yep."
She pushed a button on her phone and it bleeped, "Side on Floyd, heading west," [BLEEP] she said cheerfully.
"Shit. I think I want one of those," I said blandly as I tried to crawl my way up the stool even further. The grape jelly floor appeared to be winning the battle against reality. I was concerned about the floor which was obviously completely untraversable, but was referring to her phone.
"I mean, I never really wanted one before, but that seems really handy." My eyes bugged out of my head at the floor which seemed to be churning underneath me. I tried to retreat further up the stool.
"You want one? Here." Belle strode across the room and handed me her phone. I flipped it open. It made a little tweet sound.
"Scotty! Man, I need transporter power NOW! Grape jelly...winning the battle. Beneath me...a veritable cauldron of...preserves, man! Scotty! Get me...out of here!"
[Bleep] "What? Joe? Is that you?" It was Nelson. Belle just snickered and continued around the room stuffing impossible things in her bag and blowing out the candles that were everywhere.
"Nelson...man. Get me out of here! This is your captain! It's an order from...Starfleet command. Energize! ....Energize Nelson!" My Captain Kirk impersonation was killing; her phone opened up just like a Starfleet communicator thingee! "Whoops!" The stool nearly tipped over. I was almost perched on top of the thing, holding her phone and screaming like an orangutan idiot.
"Push the button," Belle said.
"Huh?"
"Push the button to talk, Captain!"
I glanced down and saw the button on the side of the flip phone and clicked it. It went [Bleep]. "Scotty! Get us out of here, man! Energize!" [Bleep]
[Bleep] (Nelson: without missing a beat, in a Scottish accent no less) "I canna mik ta driver geh annuh fister! Ya canna change teh laws of physics!"
[Bleep] "Dammit, man...you have to...try."
Belle was laughing hysterically as she packed the last of her stuff and the absinthe set up in another bag, "You guys are fuckin stoooooopid! HA HA HA AH HA!"
[Bleep] "Shittlecrift at yir coordinits, Ciptin."
I pushed the button once more. [Bleep] "Mr. Scotty...you...amazing...bastard!" I flipped the phone shut and Belle took my hand and pulled me off of the stool as it fell over into the grape jelly. I began to slog through it as I hit the floor. Belle was pulling on me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"All this grape jelly!" I was up to my thighs and my fingertips slogged through it and I tasted them. The grape Jelly was on my fingers. "It's delicious...wait!"
"Oh god..." She tugged on me even harder and got me through the living room into the kitchen where the floor was much more stable. We hurdled out the back door and hung a left.
"Thank you, " I panted. "What's your name, lady?" Belle just rolled her eyes and bounded out the side gate with me in hand across Floyd St. and into a gleaming white limousine.
"Whoa..."
It was a white stretched town car that had cool blue lighting on the inside. We climbed in the back. Nelson was perched next to the driver's window and had another decanter and absinthe setup next to him along with a generously appointed limo bar of clear and brown liquors. I settled into the back seat with Belle, who was looking so amazingly beautiful with her full and curly blue tinted hair, and her even more beautiful giant translucent blue eyes, high cheekbones, and white-white-blue teeth. She was still gripping my hand.
"Drinks!" I exclaimed. Nelson went about making some more absinthes. "Sulu!..." To my surprise the driver cranked his head around so that we could see him through the driver window and he was of course, an Asian dude.
I winced.
He said, "Yes Captain?" What a cool ass dude...
"Knock it off!" Bella was getting mad, she squeezed my hand. "Ito! To the club!"
Ito just stared for a moment at Belle.
I said, "Sulu! Third star to the left...and on until the club. Warp factor...your discretion."
"Yes sir!" Ito said and rolled up the driver screen. Belle just sighed and laid back into the plush leather seats. She looked as if she was put out.
"What?!” I implored as she was scowling at me. “Sulu's the bomb, lady."
"Don't encourage those boys," She said seriously.
Nelson came across the limo with some more absinthes and leered at us. His features were looking very reptilian and I somewhat recoiled in horror. The blue light was like black light and made his white linen outfit glow and his dead front tooth, not. The two glasses in his hand looked like glowing green nuclear waste, but Belle and I accepted them anyway.
"Something about the absinthe," she said. She was blue and beautiful; the drinks were glowing green. It looked like just about the perfect Captain Kirk conquest.
"Truly, the final frontier." I said. "I need to get back to Earth."
"Okay. Just wait a night. I'll take you back."
We entwined our arms like newlyweds and shot down those generous glasses full of green goo and she kissed me afterwards. It was a deep and liquorice tasting kiss that roiled my insides. My tongue was numb but even so, I felt this slurping wetness that reached far into my mouth. I dropped my glass and crushed one of her breasts in my hand. If I were more prude, I'd feel like a dirty boy, but I didn't care. I felt the chance for the darkest wettest sex that I could imagine.
I needed to feel her. Nelson, no doubt, was not very happy about this.
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