Table of Contents
- Home
- Introduction
- Where Goths Come From - Neef
- The Watcher - Hobbes
- The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
- Cassandra - Cosey Mo
- Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
- Alcohol - Trayce
- Shadows - Entrippy
- Entropy - Kage-Ryu
- Is There A Point - Trajik
- Whispers - Kitsune
- Confessional - Sandro
- Garden - Entrippy
- Radio - Cam
- Cold Spell - Nikolai
- Slices - Neef
- A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
- The Light Fades - Tim
- Rain - Tim
- Self Help - Gothic Gallae
- Cato - Trajik
- Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
- Heal Thyself - Nikolai
- Shattered - Hobbes
- Travelling Song - Solitaire
- Distance - Stranger
- Legacy - Stranger
Distance
The music was going downhill again, so he decided it was time for a wander.
He strolled out to the back room and stood for a while by the pool table, watching a girl with predatory eyes wipe the floor with a nervous looking boy. The coloured balls took on an eerie glow in the blacklight, as the white flash of the cue ball wreaked havoc among them. The last of the 'bigs' fell and all eyes watched the black blink out of sight. Michael hoped the boy had done something to deserve the humiliating defeat he had just received, not to mention the ribbing of his mates.
As the next victim stepped forward,
Michael decided to try his skill and placed a coin of his own
in the queue.
Once his turn had come and his ritual humiliation was
completed, he decided he should investigate the dance floor
and see if he couldn't make himself look any sillier than the
smirking girl had.
There was still nothing he wanted to dance to, so he found a
seat and waited for something better. He couldn't see her
anywhere, though the floor was not quite as crowded as it had
been. Then he caught a glimpse of her, standing with her
friend near the bar. He watched her in brief flashes as the
sea of dancing bodies moved and flowed, allowing him an
occasional window of visibility.
Just as he was hoping to catch her eye again, he saw the pair move towards the door and exit towards the stairs. He felt a sudden pang of disappointment, though he was not quite sure why. It was as if he really had been meaning to approach her and now his chance was lost. He knew it was only make believe but somehow it seemed that the night was now a wash-out.
With a sigh, he started to look around the rest of the crowd, laughing as he realised he was looking for a replacement candidate.
Old habits, eh?