Emergence

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"Get your f*****g hands off me!" Aurora scolded the bouncer at the nightclub who was about to stop her from going in. Her eyes turned black from the usual blue it was, and her right eyebrow was raised to reveal a faint wrinkle on her forehead the second he placed his hands on her left shoulder. Though he was huge and full of muscles, having veins all over, yet he did obey her because she used a form of authority beyond mere words. "I think you should let her go. She may not know the password, but she has got guts. Please do reconsider your actions, besides the night party is just getting started and we do not want to make a scene out of this." Another bouncer sputtered while trying to draw him back from taking drastic actions that may probably draw the attention of the head authorities inside. The bouncer looked her in the eyes and gradually took his hands off, not because he was taking the advice of his co-worker, but because he was actually yielding to the force backing her words; and deep down, he knew he was overpowered but did not say a thing to his fellow bouncer. "That's right. Now, get off my way!" She stormed inaudibly as she moved her body through their middle, placing her two hands in her pockets while on her way in. The hood of her jacket prevented them from actually getting to capture her exact face and from being able to identify who she was that just passed them. "Wow, that was rude! I think I like her. Do you have an idea who she might be?" The friendly bouncer asked. "I've never seen her around." He responded, trying to avoid too many explanations he thought were unnecessary. [Background music playing] Blue, green and red lights kept flickering to illuminate the entire place as she stepped inside; splashes of lights impair one's ability to see far. The music was very loud and the beats were like those of Ariana Grandes' pop R&B. The entire place was congested, filled with so many adult human beings crazy enough to be partying late at night. Turns out that a good number of them were teenagers and some girls went off the chain, dancing and smoking cocaine with their lover seated next to them or dancing with them. About five stages could be seen with six long steel-like rods kept at the middle of each stage, having naked ladies hanging on them and dancing seductively while drunk insane dudes were around them drinking and yelling for fun. Aurora walked in and headed straight to the wine bar and sat on one of the chairs in front that was free. There were people sitting to her left and to her right and making so many orders that she could not find a way to ask the seller for a glass of wine. She sat there, backing the seller and looking around everywhere to see if she could find the person she was looking for. "Hey, what do you want?" The seller drew her attention to him and she rotated the bar stool she was sitting on to face him properly before she replied to him, saying, "O, didn't know you are free now! Lambrusco." She grinned, knocking her right finger on the tabletop to make him feel better because he was almost getting pissed off when he asked and she understood him quite well enough. "So you like the sweet Italian-bodied dry Italian lambrusco, huh?" The bar man asked, trying to fake a cheerful smile on his face, but his bushy beard wouldn't let him. Aurora lifted her eyes to look at his skin-cut hair instead of his face and, for some time, she watched him pour the lambrusco red wine into the glass cup resting on the table in-between. "I really don't know what I should like right now, it's not the wine that draws me, but the person whose presence makes me feel there's more to a sweet personality than a sweet wine." She replied the second the cup was almost full. She placed her right hand on the table with a picture in the palm of her hand as he drew forward the cup of wine for her to have. "Sounds like this person must be very special to you," he queried as he turned the picture around to look at it. "Nothing special about him, I'm only trying to track him down." She said inaudibly with a pale look on her face while having a sip of the wine and clearing her throat at the same time. "Trust me, he will never tell you even if he knows." Someone beside her interrupted while turning his stool to face them both. "There you go! Do have a lovely time with Logan." The bar man said as he poured more wine into her glass cup and left the two of them to their discussion. "Gosh! You were here all along and I was..." She mumbled, placing her right hand on her forehead as she shut her eyes for two seconds, feeling so messed up and ashamed for ever having to complement him in the presence of the bar man not knowing he was listening all along. "Thanks for the compliment, that was really great; tingling though, to have likened me with the sweetness of wine, but it's fine by me. Don't be shy, hey!" He sputtered, feeling very important while moving her hand away from her forehead. "Okay, fine! I really didn't mean all that, so don't feel so unique." She bluffed, landing the right palm of her hand on the tabletop so as to make him quit trying to make her feel shy. "Who says I am unique?" He smirked and turned to face further in order not to look directly into her face but at the wine in front of him. "Sorry about that. Although I believe you are unique and that is the more reason why I came to look for you Logan." She complemented to make him feel proud of himself while revealing her intent. "Go straight to the point, and do not fail to tell me who you are." Logan drawled, lifting up his wine glass and feeling reluctant to have anything to do with her and with her reason for being there at the moment, seeking to find him. "I thought you knew me before now?" Aurora asked, squeezing her eyebrows and forcing a smile at the same time in surprise. Her self-esteem dropped and she felt she wasn't so popular as she had thought. She could also sense his inability to see the beauty in her which everybody else she'd met had been dying for... she wondered why he was this cold not to notice her or even crush on her at least. She rolled her eyes away from him with hopes of making him see that she had been hurt already by his attitude and choice of words...
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