Half Past Octavia

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The time had finally come once Adrian had stopped by my dorm again like he said he would. He seemed hyped and ready to go but Octavia sure didn’t. It took a lot of convincing and a few white lies here and there on both me and Adrian’s part and us enduring a lot of whining before we actually got her out the door. But once we got her out, we didn’t let her go back in as we headed out of campus. We made our way out to the campus gates, though not to the actual front because of the night guards that swarmed there. We went to a little known portion of the tall fencing of Jansford and snuck under a gap large enough for a person to crouch through.

We finally made our way across the street and to the parking lot that was there. The lot was quite plain, it was white walled all around and the front had an automated fence that had a vehicle sensor on it for passing by cars. We made our way to the back of the lot once we entered, not really speaking much save the occasional whine from Octavia, until we finally came across it. My car was nothing special really; it was a red 2009 Nissan Sentra with a few nicks and scratches but no real dents.

The interior was a nice, plush vinyl that was an enticing dark gray color, almost like Octavia’s hair. We soon all got in, me helping Octavia a little bit who had seemed like she’d never been inside of a car before because she was staring at it in a perplexed manner. Once in, I slipped the key into the slot and turned it and the Nissan purred to life, the lights inside flickering and shining. Finally, we pulled out and drove out of the garage towards Adrian’s directions.

“Make a left on 87th and then keep going, then you’re gonna come to an intersection and you wanna make a right. Then keep going for a few miles and you’re there.” Adrian announced confidently as he made a little simulation of the turns with his hands.

I just nodded and drove accordingly keeping to one side to make that left soon. We had been driving for about five minutes when the silence apparently became unendurable and my mischievous friend decided to do the honors.

“So…” He began, leaning back in his seat and placing his hands behind his head nonchalantly as he closed his eyes. “What’s her deal? Random girl nobody’s ever heard about?”

I opened my mouth as I was about to explain, I was going to try my best to make a bull explanation but was cut off by the distinguished feminine voice in the back seat.

“I can speak for myself, I will have you know.” She lashed out sassily, glaring at me with indignation
This for the first time made me shut my mouth; she seemed to mean business though I kinda figured she was still cranky about being made to go so late. I even saw Adrian raise an eyebrow quizzically.

“If you must know, I am Octavia. Renowned Cello player.” She stated in a matter-of-fact way, closing her eyes as if expecting praise.

Adrian turned in his seat to face her with a blank expression and retorted. “Cello? What’s that?”
I was pretty sure I saw her eye twitch a couple of times through the rear view mirror and I saw her expression turn into a scowl as she crossed her arms.

“How do you not know what a cello is? It is by far the most beautiful instrument you could ever think to play!” she exclaimed defensively. “The feel of the bow in your hand, gently prodding at the nylon cords as you pour out every ounce of your soul, every fiber of your being into one passionate piece that may make or break your career, nay your existence as a lover of the fine art of classical!" She went on with a passionate fire in her eyes as she relayed every feeling that she could.
I looked at Adrian for his response with my peripheral vision only to see a cheeky grin on his face…this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Look sweetie, there’s only one thing I’m looking forward to prodding, ‘kay? And that would be some pu-” he began to reply but only to have me cut him off as I knew all too well what he was going to say out of spite.

“Ooooookay, how about some music? I like that idea!” I interjected with a nervous chuckle, I was glad I could stop him before he added the rest. God, or for lack of a better term, Celestia only knows what Octavia would have done had he finished. I switched it on to something neutral to where neither Octavia nor Adrian could complain about.

***

After several moments, we had finally arrived to our destination and the party had already started. We got out and began to walk to the building, all manner of people were flowing in. Some were very oddly dressed, ranging from Mohawks to glow stick jewelry and everything in between. As we neared I could feel my core rocking from the sheer vibrations of the blasting music inside as it threatened to shake the entire building to its foundation. Even the beams of the place protested to the racket with the occasional groan. I looked over to Octavia and I had to say, if she wasn’t pissed before she was REALLY pissed now.

“What is this horrible racket, a dying animal? Someone should put it out of its misery!” She shouted over the loud base of the music that was oozing outside the building.

“That’s the magic of dub step!” called Adrian as his eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Let’s go!”

We began to move in, except Octavia who I personally had to drag in. She was making a real effort to move in the other direction but luckily I was stronger. I heard several faint grumbles from the elegant looking woman as she trailed behind me, the soles of her sneakers that she borrowed from me making a dragging sound. When Adrian opened the door we were hit with a barrage of beats that made Octavia cover her ears to shield herself from the incessant racket. Adrian turned to us and gave us a mocking salute as he disappeared into the ocean of people decorated with glow sticks and dancing like they had no sense.

The place reeked of alcohol and musk as the seizure inducing lights began to strobe and gyrate about, shinning in all different directions. I lead Octavia over to the bar and we both sat down on a stool. We both sat in silence at a moment until the bar tender came over to us and broke the quiet between us, shouting loudly over the earsplitting music.

“What’ll ya have?” she screamed almost at the top of her lungs

“I’ll have a water and she’ll have…umm…” I glanced at her questioningly.

Octavia turned to the bar tender, giving her a drudging look. “Strongest you have, please…” she said flatly.

The woman simply nodded and turned away to prepare our drinks. I eyed her with a look of worry as she only looked me back, her face bent into a scowl as she rubbed her temples.

“Are you…umm… sure?” I asked as I scanned her face anxiously.

“Yes…the sooner I can drown out this ear rape the better.” She barely shouted as she continued to rub her temples irritably. As the music played on, the bar tender set down my water on the table and a alcoholic concoction that honestly didn’t look entirely safe to ingest with its odd variety of colors from a deep pink to an electric blue that seemed to be layered on one another in a shot glass. Without a seconds thought Octavia picked up the glass and knocked it back as if it were a shot of juice! Her cheeks instantly turned a light pink as within seconds the extremely potent mixture seemed to take hold, though other than that she seemed entirely normal.

“Another one…” she hollered over to the tender who soon met up with the demand.

I had to admit I was becoming rather enticed by the beat of the music, the smell of the crowds, the pace of the lights flashing on and off, and the several very alluring women dancing to and fro. In an instant all my self control was ebbed away as I felt my body lift from the stool, me not telling it to and walk over to the masses. I was soon among the many, lost in a tide of ecstasy.

***

Hours had passed and soon the memory of who I had been with drifted back into my mind once the party antics had found its way out and I began to stroll back to the bar to check up on Octavia. Things had indeed taken a turn for the worst according to what I was now witnessing. As I neared, I saw a girl talking to her and from the looks of it, the talk was intimate. They were only inches, maybe even centimeters from each other’s faces and I got in range just in time to see the girl’s lips lock with Octavia’s. My eyes widened at the scene, what was I seeing?! Was Octavia a lesbian? It couldn’t have been if she was practically about to have sex with me earlier…unless she’s bi? The girl became more daring and frisky as she ran her hands up and down the length of her body, her hands now even beginning to venture under Octavia’s sweat shirt.

I witnessed the lump that was her hand slither up her shirt slowly up onto her chest and begin to writhe about in a sensual groping fashion. If that wasn’t hot I don’t know what was, it felt like the umpteenth time already but lil’ Felix felt the need to poke out and say howdy ho! The next series of events about to unfold, however, caught me off guard completely!

In the midst of the thunderous frenzy of the music and almost completely surrounded by people talking and dancing in the dim strobe lights I was able to witness the girl slide her hands down way too low to her nether regions and that was that. Apparently, Octavia is a rather violent drunk as her face which was soft with the buzz of pleasure instantly shifted to a look of unimaginable anger. I honestly was scared for that girls life and I had a feeling that her look at that moment could make a mountain move if she wanted.

Octavia cocked a fist back quickly and jetted it forward so fast I almost missed it. The girl tumbled off the chair and smashed against the floor as a large portion of the dancing mob froze, looking over curiously and muttering under the music.
“Never, ever, ever do that again in your life! ONE and only ONE female can EVER touch me there and that will NEVER be you! Celestia help you if I ever catch you doing that again I will break your nose!” she screamed in a blind furry that was so loud even the music of the rave had ceased, leaving only the uneasy muttering of the crowd to be heard. Octavia gave a light hiccup and then continued her violent alcohol fueled rant. “Do you understand me? Never again! Do. You. Comprehend?!”

The woman who was wide eyed from fear on the floor holding her nose stifled an answer, though her voice was trembling. “Y-y-yes!”

Octavia then turned and set off in a hurried pace towards the exit of the building as the music soon boomed back to life. ‘Oh no…this is my fault. I better go after her…’ I thought to myself grimly. ‘Before she punches the shit out of someone else…’ and I set off towards the door as the music grew fainter behind me.

To be continued...