Extraterrestrials On Earth

"Sister Sauce?"

Dora lead them to the bar, which had a leather countertop and the glass shelves were decorated with different types of booze from beers and cognacs to whiskeys.

She called the bartender over and ordered drinks. "9 Tequila shots please!", she yelled over the loud music.

The bartender nodded. Dora turned to her new friends who were still trying to take their surroundings in. "Are you guys okay?!"

"Yes, this is just... overwhelming?" Gal replied, unsure of what to say. She watched with furrowed eyebrows as a couple made out while humping each other like dogs in the middle of the dance floor. She shivered and looked away.

The bartender placed their drinks on the bar top before leaving to tend to the next drunk. Dora clapped excitedly and told them to take one. "This should help you get into the partying vibe! Drink up!"

They spared each other a glance before simultaneously shooting down the drinks and scrunching their faces up afterwards.

"It's sweet, but it burns!" Adonis commented. "I don't think I understand!"

"I asked for Tanquerey so I don't scare you on your first drink! Would you like a Margherita?"

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Ten rounds of drinks later, most of the girls - Dora included- were completely wasted and going crazy on the dance floor. Gal and Proteus decided to tap out on the 3rd round in case anything happened.

So they watched from the bar as Luna did a weird dance where she continuously opened and closed her mouth like a fish while doing the chicken dance. And somehow staying sturdy on her 7 inch stilettos.

Aaliyah grinded her ass off to some tall guy dressed like a lumberjack whom walked up to her just 3 minutes ago.

Adonis had been sitting on the other side of the club at one of the private lounges in some big and dangerous-looking guy's lap who was dressed in a pressed suit sitting with his acquaintances, smoking cigars. She had her arm slung lazily over the stoic man's neck with her eyes half-closed, whispering God knows what into his ear.

Sara, who was somewhere between tipsy and slightly drunk walked up to Galaxius and Proteus. "Have you seen Destiny? D-Dorothy... Wha-what was her name again?" she slurred.

"Dora?" Gal asked, amused at her sister's drunken state.

"Yeah, that one. Where is she? I need to use the baaaathroom," she said dragging the last word in her burning throat like a dragon, "the little angel's room."

"I don't know. She was here just a minute ago," Proteus said, "But I think the bathrooms are somewhere over there." She pointed towards the back of the club.

"Okay, sister sauce," Sara sweetly said before scooting her way between the bunched up people.

Gal and Proteus shared a look. "Sister sauce?"

"Which reminds me, where is Medusa?"

"And Astra?"

They both shrugged before continuing to watching Luna and Aaliyah's questionable dance moves.

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Sara weaved her way through the clustered, sweaty bodies around her as her vision began to dance around. She finally made it out of the crowd and saw the ladies bathroom sign. She went in and stumbled into a stall, quickly doing her business before stumbling back out. She stood by the mirror, breathing heavily.

Her hair was slightly messy and her face, sweaty. Her short sundress had a small yellow stain atop her breast from spilling her cocktail on it earlier. She was too intoxicated to care though.

She ran the tap and splashed herself with a little bit of water before making her way back to the loud and cluttered heart of the club. Standing in the sea of people she suddenly felt suffocated and nauseous. She headed for the back exit which was not far from her and staggered out of it, hearing the door close itself behind her.

She stood in the dark alleyway and leaned against the brick wall. She looked up to the sky and let the cold air hit her face.

Deep breaths.

Looking over, she saw her only source of light was a light above the exit she took, which she was standing a bit further away from and was grateful there was no one else here. 'I would kill to meditate right now', she thought to herself.

Just then she heard voices. Her heart jumped. The doors she came out of burst open, and out came a few younger guys, and one much older-looking. For some reason she felt the need to hold her breath and keep still as she stood in the dark watching and listening to them.

"Sebastanelli, you gotta hear me out man. I'll pay it back by tomorrow, I promise," the old man assured.

"Toro, Toro, Toro," a husky, deep voice said, among one of the younger men, "How many times do I gotta hear your bullshit lies before you actually act on 'em? Huh?"

The voice made her heart leap and her stomach flip.

"Well, this time I'm honest! I-I-I g-get paid tomorrow! You could even call my boss and ask," the old man stammered.

She heard a throaty chuckle. "So what? You've been lying to me this whole time?" the other voice spoke again.

Sara tried to get a closer look without getting noticed. She could only she the man's lips, as he wasn't standing completely in the light.

"I- b- well no! I had to get braces for my daughter and my-my son he-he was sick! And even now I gotta pay his medical bills! You know what I'm sayin? "

"Toro, you have no custody over your kids. The only thing you're doing is snorting coke with my money. That's not how this works, Toro. You don't get to smoke s**t cocaine with my money and get away with it!" the man roared, startling Sara.

"I'm sorry, Sebastianelli! I-"

The man he called Sebastanelli laid his hand out to his other men and they placed a gun on it. Without hesitation he clicked it off safety and shot the older man. Right between his eyes.

Sara's hands were quick to cover her mouth, so she didn't make a sound. Her heart was beating so fast, she was sure the men could hear it.

"Clean it up," Sebastanelli said to his men before taking out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and lit it, taking a quick drag as he watched his men clean up.

Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to steady her breaths. 'I just saw a man die! I just saw a man die! I just saw a man die!' she screamed in her head. Truth is, she'd seen several people die, and killed some herself, but somehow this one was a little harder to register.

Maybe it's because she was drunk, in a dark alleyway trying to not get noticed by the killers? While trying to last long enough to find love on this crazy planet?

Probably.

She heard the ghostly giggle of a child and her face paled. She looked towards the end of the alleyway and saw the angel. Oh s**t.

A message.

It giggled again, this time a little louder. Sebastianelli seemed to have heard it, because he turned in the direction of where it were coming from. His men seemed to be oblivious to it, though.

His eyes widened when he saw the winged child. It didn't help that its halo glowed like it swallowed a bucket full of light bulbs. And it definitely didn't help that it went straight for her.

Sara shook her head and silently pleaded for it to disappear. It stopped right in front of her, smiling brightly like it wasn't just ruining her short-lived life on Earth. She dared look in the direction of Sebastianelli. His eyes were just about ready to fall out his head and his cigarette had made a home on the ground the moment his jaw fell open.

She waved awkwardly at him. "Hi"

"Princess Saraswati of Ethos, you have a message," the little angel said.

Sara's face was about as red as a monkey's behind.

How she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.