Post by Aurora Knight on May 22, 2016 15:26:48 GMT -5
Clinton Street Theater – Portland, Oregon
11:30 pm
The streets were nearly deserted, save for a line snaking around the corner of Clinton Street and 26th Avenue. Above the theater’s entrance, the marquee read:
ROCKY HORROR SAT MID
There, toward the front of the long ribbon of humanity, Aurora Knight stood there, fresh from her appearance at Vendetta. While the part she played that night was relatively minor compared to her new cohorts, Aurora could still feel the rush of adrenaline from the impact that she and the other Angelz had made that night. She tried to force down the smile on her face, but it pushed through as she approached the theater’s box office, clad in a heavy black coat over a black vinyl bustier, red pleated skirt, and dangerously high-heeled black boots.
Had she been anywhere else, her particular choice in attire would have been questionable, perhaps met with catcalls – or worse – inquiries as to “how much”. But Aurora looked around. Compared to some of the other women waiting in that very same line in which she stood, she was actually covered up.
There was a pair of women standing behind her, wearing less clothing than Aurora herself wore to bed on a hot summer night, standing with a tall, slender man in shiny leather pants, a massive letter “V” painted on his cheek in bright red lipstick. Aurora smiled at the young man… she knew exactly what that meant.
Man: Hey, didn’t I see you at Vendetta earlier tonight? Aurora Knight, right?
Aurora smiled. It was the first time she had appeared on television, and already, people were starting to recognize her. She smiled as she nodded.
Aurora: That’s my name, alright. What about your friends; did they see the show, too?
The man shook his head no as Aurora gestured to his two female companions. They didn’t say anything; they simply stood there, hanging on his arms and giggling.
Man: Nah. Wrestling isn’t their thing. But I watch it whenever I can. Tried to get tickets for tonight’s show, but they were sold out. As it was, I didn’t think I’d get here in time to catch Rocky. I take it you’ve seen it before?
Aurora nodded her head.
Aurora: First time here, but I’ve seen it like, 20 times back home. Mostly my own local shadowcast.
Voice: That wouldn’t by any chance be Midnight Insanity, would it?
Aurora: Hey, how did you…?
Aurora turned around to find her fellow Angel, Damon Graves standing there, wearing a denim vest over a black hoodie. His jeans were faded and torn, but in such a way that it looked like he actually bought them that way. “Distressed” was what they called it. Seeing who it was, Aurora looked somewhat relieved.
Aurora: Oh. It’s just you.
Damon tilted his head and raised his eyebrow as Aurora tried her damnedest not to look him in the eye.
Damon: Nice to see you, too, sweet cheeks.
He scoffed.
Damon: You greet all of your coworkers like this?
Aurora rolled her eyes and sighed.
Aurora: You’re the one sneaking up on me when I was in the middle of a conversation with this…
She turned around to gesture toward the young man and his companions, but they were… occupied. That is to say, they were in the middle of a three-way makeout session.
Aurora: Wow… even I was never THAT shameless.
Damon laughed as he watched the young man and his ladies go at it.
Damon: Well, one thing’s for sure… THAT guy’s in for one hell of a night.
Aurora: That’s one thing we can definitely agree on.
There was an awkward silence between the two wrestlers. They started out the night fighting against each other in the Open Battle Royal, but by the end of the night, they stood side by side with Corey Bull and the other Angelz of Destruction.
Damon: By the way… Nice job earlier tonight. If I couldn’t win, at least one of us did.
Aurora: Too bad that fat bastard had to drag you out to hell with him. Kinda wanted to see what the two of us could do one-on-one.
Damon’s emerald eyes gleamed as one side of his mouth curved into a sly half-smile.
Damon: Why, Aurora… I had no idea you felt that way….
He stepped closer to her, leaning in as if to steal a kiss, but Aurora put her palm up, and he wound up getting a face full of that instead.
Aurora: And just what the hell do you think you’re doing?
The green-eyed would-be lothario took a step back, his hands up in an apologetic manner.
Damon: Right. Sorry; my bad. I’ll behave from now on. But can I ask you something?
Aurora eyed him warily, her eyes narrowed to slits as she scrutinized his face. He seemed sincere in his apology; perhaps he wasn’t THAT bad, after all.
Aurora: Uh… I suppose…
Damon: You mind if I come in with you? I’ll cover the cost of your ticket…
Damon reached into his pocket to pull out wallet.
Aurora: I’m perfectly capable of paying for myself, you know….
Damon: Hey, I’m trying to be a gentleman here. Cut me some slack!
He stood there with his arms outstretched, a look on his face like he was trying to play off Aurora’s rejection. She laughed softly, then nodded her head and sighed.
Aurora: Alright. You seem harmless enough…
Damon: HEY!
She laughed again, even louder this time as the people standing in front of her bought their tickets and headed inside.
Aurora: Calm down! I’m talking about outside the ring. Now, if you meant what you said a few seconds ago, we’d better get up to the box office. We’re holding up the line.
Damon: Okay, then…
The pair walked up to the box office, where the ticket agent sat behind a pane of glass that was littered with so many flyers, all they could see was a chin and a lower lip. Damon leaned toward the opening with a wad of cash in his hand.
Damon: Two, please.
Ticket Agent: That’ll be $16 dollars.
Damon: Alright….
He slipped the money through the slot at the bottom of the glass, then stood by as he waited for the tickets. Once the tickets came out, he handed one to Aurora, who smiled.
Ticket Agent: Enjoy the show!
Damon and Aurora: We will!
As they stepped away from the box office, Damon held his arm out. Aurora looked at him sternly, standing with her hands on her hips.
Aurora: Don’t push your luck, Damon. This isn’t a date.
Damon sighed, then grabbed the door as Aurora pulled it open. She flashed him a dirty look that lasted for barely a second before she started to laugh again.
Aurora: Come on, let’s go before all of the good seats are taken.
Damon: How about the back row?
Aurora: DAMON!
Damon: I’m KIDDING!
He watched as Aurora walked inside, unable to help himself as he checked out her ass.
Damon: But it’s the best place to…
Aurora: FUCK THE BACK ROW!
He chuckled, tilting his head as he started to talk under his breath.
Damon: I think I might be getting somewhere….
Aurora: No you’re not!
He sighed as he followed her into the lobby, the door shutting behind him….
11:30 pm
The streets were nearly deserted, save for a line snaking around the corner of Clinton Street and 26th Avenue. Above the theater’s entrance, the marquee read:
ROCKY HORROR SAT MID
There, toward the front of the long ribbon of humanity, Aurora Knight stood there, fresh from her appearance at Vendetta. While the part she played that night was relatively minor compared to her new cohorts, Aurora could still feel the rush of adrenaline from the impact that she and the other Angelz had made that night. She tried to force down the smile on her face, but it pushed through as she approached the theater’s box office, clad in a heavy black coat over a black vinyl bustier, red pleated skirt, and dangerously high-heeled black boots.
Had she been anywhere else, her particular choice in attire would have been questionable, perhaps met with catcalls – or worse – inquiries as to “how much”. But Aurora looked around. Compared to some of the other women waiting in that very same line in which she stood, she was actually covered up.
There was a pair of women standing behind her, wearing less clothing than Aurora herself wore to bed on a hot summer night, standing with a tall, slender man in shiny leather pants, a massive letter “V” painted on his cheek in bright red lipstick. Aurora smiled at the young man… she knew exactly what that meant.
Man: Hey, didn’t I see you at Vendetta earlier tonight? Aurora Knight, right?
Aurora smiled. It was the first time she had appeared on television, and already, people were starting to recognize her. She smiled as she nodded.
Aurora: That’s my name, alright. What about your friends; did they see the show, too?
The man shook his head no as Aurora gestured to his two female companions. They didn’t say anything; they simply stood there, hanging on his arms and giggling.
Man: Nah. Wrestling isn’t their thing. But I watch it whenever I can. Tried to get tickets for tonight’s show, but they were sold out. As it was, I didn’t think I’d get here in time to catch Rocky. I take it you’ve seen it before?
Aurora nodded her head.
Aurora: First time here, but I’ve seen it like, 20 times back home. Mostly my own local shadowcast.
Voice: That wouldn’t by any chance be Midnight Insanity, would it?
Aurora: Hey, how did you…?
Aurora turned around to find her fellow Angel, Damon Graves standing there, wearing a denim vest over a black hoodie. His jeans were faded and torn, but in such a way that it looked like he actually bought them that way. “Distressed” was what they called it. Seeing who it was, Aurora looked somewhat relieved.
Aurora: Oh. It’s just you.
Damon tilted his head and raised his eyebrow as Aurora tried her damnedest not to look him in the eye.
Damon: Nice to see you, too, sweet cheeks.
He scoffed.
Damon: You greet all of your coworkers like this?
Aurora rolled her eyes and sighed.
Aurora: You’re the one sneaking up on me when I was in the middle of a conversation with this…
She turned around to gesture toward the young man and his companions, but they were… occupied. That is to say, they were in the middle of a three-way makeout session.
Aurora: Wow… even I was never THAT shameless.
Damon laughed as he watched the young man and his ladies go at it.
Damon: Well, one thing’s for sure… THAT guy’s in for one hell of a night.
Aurora: That’s one thing we can definitely agree on.
There was an awkward silence between the two wrestlers. They started out the night fighting against each other in the Open Battle Royal, but by the end of the night, they stood side by side with Corey Bull and the other Angelz of Destruction.
Damon: By the way… Nice job earlier tonight. If I couldn’t win, at least one of us did.
Aurora: Too bad that fat bastard had to drag you out to hell with him. Kinda wanted to see what the two of us could do one-on-one.
Damon’s emerald eyes gleamed as one side of his mouth curved into a sly half-smile.
Damon: Why, Aurora… I had no idea you felt that way….
He stepped closer to her, leaning in as if to steal a kiss, but Aurora put her palm up, and he wound up getting a face full of that instead.
Aurora: And just what the hell do you think you’re doing?
The green-eyed would-be lothario took a step back, his hands up in an apologetic manner.
Damon: Right. Sorry; my bad. I’ll behave from now on. But can I ask you something?
Aurora eyed him warily, her eyes narrowed to slits as she scrutinized his face. He seemed sincere in his apology; perhaps he wasn’t THAT bad, after all.
Aurora: Uh… I suppose…
Damon: You mind if I come in with you? I’ll cover the cost of your ticket…
Damon reached into his pocket to pull out wallet.
Aurora: I’m perfectly capable of paying for myself, you know….
Damon: Hey, I’m trying to be a gentleman here. Cut me some slack!
He stood there with his arms outstretched, a look on his face like he was trying to play off Aurora’s rejection. She laughed softly, then nodded her head and sighed.
Aurora: Alright. You seem harmless enough…
Damon: HEY!
She laughed again, even louder this time as the people standing in front of her bought their tickets and headed inside.
Aurora: Calm down! I’m talking about outside the ring. Now, if you meant what you said a few seconds ago, we’d better get up to the box office. We’re holding up the line.
Damon: Okay, then…
The pair walked up to the box office, where the ticket agent sat behind a pane of glass that was littered with so many flyers, all they could see was a chin and a lower lip. Damon leaned toward the opening with a wad of cash in his hand.
Damon: Two, please.
Ticket Agent: That’ll be $16 dollars.
Damon: Alright….
He slipped the money through the slot at the bottom of the glass, then stood by as he waited for the tickets. Once the tickets came out, he handed one to Aurora, who smiled.
Ticket Agent: Enjoy the show!
Damon and Aurora: We will!
As they stepped away from the box office, Damon held his arm out. Aurora looked at him sternly, standing with her hands on her hips.
Aurora: Don’t push your luck, Damon. This isn’t a date.
Damon sighed, then grabbed the door as Aurora pulled it open. She flashed him a dirty look that lasted for barely a second before she started to laugh again.
Aurora: Come on, let’s go before all of the good seats are taken.
Damon: How about the back row?
Aurora: DAMON!
Damon: I’m KIDDING!
He watched as Aurora walked inside, unable to help himself as he checked out her ass.
Damon: But it’s the best place to…
Aurora: FUCK THE BACK ROW!
He chuckled, tilting his head as he started to talk under his breath.
Damon: I think I might be getting somewhere….
Aurora: No you’re not!
He sighed as he followed her into the lobby, the door shutting behind him….