"Who?"
"The Flesh Curtains." Kalli's voice slid from the speaker, liquid and languid with the subtle heaviness of her pre-game buzz. You had no idea how she found these bands, but Kalli always had somewhere to go and someone to go with. She liked you. She had admitted it on more than one occasion when she was fucked up enough to actually give a compliment. You were real. You didn't pretend to know everything she was talking about to impress her, and that was something fresh and new in this world of fucking and sucking and fighting in repetition. On occasion, you'd tell her no, too. It drove her crazy, but that, she'd never admit. You could just tell.
"Fuck it, sure. I'm game."
You heard a soft exhale, her breath undoubtedly trailing across a room somewhere you couldn't see, whispering smoke into her hair and clothes; a perfume you'd gotten lost in more than once.
"Great. We'll pick you up in an hour." The click of the receiver spoke her goodbye, and you thought with a wry smile, 'Smell ya later.'

"Hey, Jord." You climbed into the rundown transport, crawling over the rude-ass who couldn't be bothered to get out to let you in, immediately feeling like a double ended toy crammed in between two assholes. Jord greeted you with a grunt, his thick fingers running along the curve of your ass before you could get situated enough to sit on it. You elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Fucker!" The hull filled with laughter as he coughed and wheezed from the sharpness of the hit.
"Can you blame him? You look fuckin' hot tonight." Kalli's eyes, much more aware than the heavy lids suggested, drank in your shape and style. You felt the heat of another gaze falling on you from the rear view mirror.
"Yeah, I can. But that's ok, touch for touch." The words bounced in time with the side-to-side cocking of your head as you gave a grin to the husky Alkenite, still rubbing his sore ribs. Kalli's laugh was a smooth melody over the shift of the engine as the transport lifted and whisked you away into the smoggy black of the city skyline, so unassuming, yet filled with danger and promise and excited winking lights.

"Damn, dude. This place is out in nowhere-town." The shifty kid beside you situated himself with a restless tug on his too-tight pants, looking out the side windows as the Lightnighbug 3-B putted its way farther and farther from the city.
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Brand's voice husked from the driver's seat, "Some of the best shit goes down in the sticks. Law don't come out here often." You knew the sound of that shit-eating grin when you heard it. Brand had always made you uneasy, not that you'd ever expressed that sentiment. Kalli was always buddied up to a sleaze or two, giving it up for drugs, money, or booze, working her trademark charm to get what she wanted from she-didn't-care-who. This one, in particular, fucking hated you. He was always in between Kalli and anyone who tried to come up any time to talk to her... except you. You, she went to. She would gravitate to you when the high was just right and the light was low, and the beating of music and hearts filled the room, and the two of you would grind in more places than one. You could sense his stare like acid, burning and stinking and seething. Out of all of Kalli's boy-toys, Brand was the one you watched out for the most. There was something behind his dark eyes that was even darker, and something in his tone that spelled the type of danger that wasn't the fun kind.

The LB3B jerked, coming down rough over a rowdy parking lot. It gracelessly slipped between a big-hauler and a tree at the edge of the paved clearing. The clinking of bottles and elevated voices of pre-show festivities filled the emptying hull as you, Jord, and the kid scooted out the open hatch. Your already torn fishnets caught lightly on puckered cigarette holes and the rugged edges where the seat cover was pulling away from its frame. Kalli's boots clacked lightly on the blacktop as she swung her legs out the passenger side door and emerged with freshly applied lip stain. "You boys ready?" The gently pointed edges of her canines poked at her bottom lip in a half-smile as she wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you mock-roughly as you began your stroll through the crowd of knuckin' thugs and hyped up hooligans, hip-to-hip. You caught a whiff of that acid stare from somewhere close behind, and unable to keep your cheekiness in check, slid a hand into her back pocket. Catcalls and whistles bloomed in your wake as you matched the spring of her step. The clack of her heels punctuated the grumbling crunch of scattered gravel under your knee-high boots as you closed the gap between the transport and the pair of wide open doors, pouring out the distorted strum of the opening band. The inside of the dive promised an even more rambunctious setting as scanty waitresses and burly characters of all shapes and sizes crossed the threshold in and out of view. The sputtering glow of the neon sign which read, "Budrock's" washed over you, somehow making you dirtier than you were before... but in a good way, you decided. The raunchy atmosphere brought something mischievous and primal out in you, and the lull the night carried before Kalli's voice changed its tune was all but forgotten. You felt your mostly hairless skin raise and prickle, the unique fingerprint-like patches of color changing to a slightly brighter hue as a flash of excitement pumped blood more quickly to your chromatophores.