Roy dropped the clutch and ripped his tires on the way out of Shell's cul de sac, the music blaring from the back seat cut off Shell and Dana's protests. Roy continued to lay rubber all the way up the street and out onto the main thoroughfare, causing another car to slam on its brakes and almost collide with a lamppost.
Dana smacked Roy in the back of the head and screamed for him to cut the shit, before he got them all killed.
Roy grinned in the mirror and turned the stereo down a notch. "What's the matter babes, don't you like Megadeath?" Dana and Shell rolled their eyes as Roy hit the preselect on his stereo, country music filled the car as Roy gave a whoop and gunned the engine once more. "C'mon sing with me! I got friends in crawl spaces, where the maggots chew their rotted faces..."
Dana jumped up into the front seat and turned the stereo down, then fished in her jacket until she found what she was looking for. "I got this last week when we were at Darksteppahs, it's a band called Rush Crematorium." Dana popped in the tape and the low thump of a 909 kick drum throbbed from Roy's speakers, while low end synth waves drooled out like evil molasses.
Roy got on I76 and headed for the bay, driving at 90mph to the dark industrial that oozed out of his speakers. Shell lit a joint and passed it to Roy, and sang the lyrics to the song that was playing as she exhaled pot smoke into Dana's ear.
"The worm turns as the world burns, Let's make love while we wait our turn."
Dana shivered as Shell's breath passed her ear, smiling to herself and thinking about earlier when Shell had slapped her ass. Dana knew that Shell wanted to sleep with her, but she hadn't gotten her courage up to do anything about it. They had both had their share of boyfriends, and neither was what you would call a lesbian. But Roy had brought over a porno movie one night, and besides the normal trashy display there had been a lesbian scene. Later that night her and Shell had discussed what they had seen, and both confessed that they had been turned on. Since then Shell had been making regular passes at Dana, and Dana had not stopped her or reciprocated. Preferring to wait for the right moment like she had with her last boyfriend, wanting to make it perfect.
Roy took the next exit in a flurry of screeching rubber, cutting off a truck and flicking the guy off when he sounded his horn.
"Eat me you redneck unclefucker!"
Shell blew pot smoke from her nose as she cracked up at Roy, hacking and coughing on the thick smoke in her lungs. Roy parked the car outside of a convenient store, "We can walk the last two blocks, I don't want to get towed again."
The three got out of the car and started down the street towards the wharf area, noticing the line of cars that were parked along the street leading to the abandoned hatchery where they were holding the rave.
"This is gonna be short!" Dana sighed.
"Two hours max with all these cars."
The last rave they had been at saw Roy arrested, when the cops descended on the place. There had been 100 or so cars parked in an area that had not seen any traffic for several years, the cops had waited until the doors opened at the warehouse and arrested everyone there. Dana had gotten a little to fucked up that day and had left with Shell early, her luck with escaping the grasp of the local law had held again.
The three arrived at the back door to the building and were checked, and allowed to descend the stairs down into the basement of the building. At the bottom of the stairs they were charged $10 each and had their hands stamped, with a little black skull with a star in the middle of it's forehead. Then they were taken down another level into a large empty water tank, in the back of the tank was the DJ booth. Bass sounds thumped a rhythm that Dana could feel in her tailbone, while colored lights flashed from the ceiling.
"I'm gonna go find some X," Shell yelled in Dana's ear. "Be right back."
Dana turned to her left and watched Roy as he danced his way into the crowd of teenagers, leaving her standing there by herself waiting for Shell to return.
Haviar watched the crowd of teenagers dance from his spot above the tank, he was part of the security detail for the raves his friends put on every week. He smiled as he saw Dana and her friends walk in, recognizing her from the last couple of parties he had worked. You couldn't miss her, with her dark blue hair and white pvc jumper. That and her guy friend that was always with, he was a big sonofabitch that didn't quite fit in. Slam dancing into the other kids and singling out the ones he knew would be intimidated, then cornering them later and relieving them of whatever cash and drugs they had. By rights Haviar should have kicked him out, but he didn't want Dana to leave as well. She had talked to him one night at one of the raves, They had been playing techno and house that night. Dana had come up to him and complained that the music was too light and that she couldn't dance to it, so Haviar had taken her to one of the empty rooms in the warehouse and they had smoked a joint or two. He had just about gotten her out of her clothes, when her nasty girlfriend showed up and took her home. Next time he thought to himself, he would correct that mistake and lock the door.
Something caught Haviar's eye as he turned around just in time to see a couple of guys in long trench coats walk into the tank, his cousin had told him to let them do their thing. Haviar didn't like the drug dealers that his cousin let in to sell they're wares, it wasn't like there wasn't enough of that crap passing around the club already.
Shell caught sight of the guys in black, and made her way over to them. "Got any X tall dark and handsome?"
The guy turned to her and looked her up and down, smiled and said "I think we can hook you up sugar, come with me." Shell followed the guy into a dark corner of the room, and waited for him to show her what she wanted. He opened up his coat and pulled a small baggie of pills from the inside pocket, shaking a couple out into his hand. "Take two of these and they will make you fly," the guy said with a smile. He handed them to Shell, and put the baggie back in his pocket. "The first two are samples enjoy!"
Dana popped the two little blue pills and thanked the man, then made her way back onto the dance floor. Immediately she felt the effects as she danced to the beat of the music, the colored lights swirled and flashed in her vision. Shell felt herself becoming slightly aroused as she danced, getting hotter with every step. A tall guy in a leather jacket started to grind with her as she let the music take her on a journey, she had never tripped so intensely before. They danced for a long time together, Shell grinding her crotch against the man's knee while keeping rhythm and time to the beat. Shell lost track of the time as she had several orgasms dancing with this man she didn't know, the music never stopping just melding with the last track that played. Dana got bored of waiting and started to look for Roy, she found him sitting at the back of the room drinking shooters and Kriek beer.
"Hey Roy let's go before they bust this place," Dana said in his ear.
Roy looked up at Dana and slurred "Sure thing babe, just let me drain the lizard and we are out of here." Dana helped Roy stumble drunkenly upstairs, were he leaned over the balcony and vomited down onto a small group of dancers. Roy chuckled as Dana helped him out the door into the night air. "Fucking slags can't dance worth a shit, bunch of pale ale drinking faggots!"
Dana finally got Roy to the car and dumped him into the back seat where he promptly rolled over and passed out, she fished in his pockets and found the keys. Starting the car she put it in gear just in time to watch a squad pull past them down the street towards the wharf, she hoped that Shell made it out in time.
