Wednesday, March 12, 2008

A Script: Club Ingrata

The club was not what you'd call decent or reputable. Many whispers of what goes on within its more secret sections circulated around its common patrons which consisted of varying specimens of modern tribe culture, from the lowlife posers to the real creatures born and bred to breathe the darker facets of humanity.

It was with one of these strangers that she found herself engaging in an actual conversation at the bar of the conspicuous establishment. If one can call their talk a conversation, that is. He was very friendly at first, coaxing her into a proper introduction as if he was trying to erase the obvious bitterness that made her down vodka shots as if they were her sole lifeline. He looked quite normal, really. A bored regular who wanted something to pass the time with while waiting for his friends. There was an air of dominance that filtered through his casual words once in a while but it could easily be missed.

The exchange of jovial sarcasm continued on for quite some time. He was an incredible social specimen, excellent for having philosophical debates and very intelligent flirtations with. It was when she began to show signs of wanting to collect on the sexual undertones that he suddenly sobered up. "You're tempting the wrong guy, little girl," he said teasingly.

"Yeah, like I'm in a bar talking to some stranger in a business suit because I wanna find the right one." She rolled her eyes away, eliciting laughter from her companion.

"Touche`, but I'm not exactly the kind of man you'd want to be picked up by."

"Says who?" She knew his part in Ingrata's elaborate fantasy world. He displayed all the behavioral markings of a professional Dominant, despite the simplicity of his appearance. Anyone who had enough intelligence could see straight through the normal facade and read him for what he was. Yet, she, for all her wit and intuition, was baiting him with all the courage lent by alcohol.

His expression changed. He was quiet for a while, openly staring at her as if he was studying every aspect of what he was being presented with. "Says your entire personality," he finally answered.

"Ah, now you're a psychologist, huh? So tell me, mister. What does my personality say?"

Readily and with a grin threatening to break through, he replied, "You're very strong-minded. You haven't let me have the last word yet. You've probably not let anyone take control of any aspect of your life since.. Well.. Since you were a child. You're not an alcoholic but you're quite dependent on the few glasses of wine that you sneak into your system each day. Despite your self-declared flaws, everyone sees you as perfect and loves you as such. Y--"

"Alright, alright," she chuckled, raising her glass up in a salute. "You win."

"Thank you," he smiled, lightly tapping his own glass with hers.

"But you missed the part where I'm having the worst day of my life and am seeing things from an entirely different perspective." She downed the shot, staring right at him as soon as the haze from the alcohol had cleared enough to allow proper eye contact. "Just for tonight, I wanna forget my wine and my last words and my control. I don't wanna be loved. I don't wanna be me, tonight. I wanna be faceless and meaningless. Debased. I--" She stopped, common sense and embarrassment preventing any further confessions. When she would have turned away to refill her emptied glass, he placed an empty hand on her upper arm and steadied her on the stool.

"You what?" he questioned, urging her to continue with the silent authority laced all over his two-word inquiry. She couldn't say more but her eyes bore into his with the boldness of a raging feline. She did not remove her gaze even when he began completing the sentence she had left unfinished. "You wanna be used." Perhaps his gaze, so fierce and knowing, had been willing her not to look away. "You wanna know what it really feels like to be removed of all that responsibility and control. You wanna lose all choices after you have made this last one."

[Unfinished]