Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work or post my stories on other sites without my permission.
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Los Angeles, California
Neon lights illuminated the darkness with a touch of blue on the walls. Furniture scattered across the room had a touch of purple as a result of a special light from the ceiling. What was once the living room of a hotel suite had now become a mini-club room. The couch had been pushed back, and a lounge chair sat at the center of the room. Loud music blasted from the kitchen with slow hip hop beats absent of any vocals. The light above had caused a reflection of purple to illuminate half-empty bottles of whiskey lined up on a table near the kitchen. Back there, the real drinks were properly fixed among friends with an array of choices. Only one man currently sat in the living room. The only one allowed in the large black lounge chair in the center of the room.
This party was something of a surprise for Michael Smith. A quick trip to Los Angeles was not something he had planned to start August. He was only a week removed from proposing to his now fiancé Maggie back home in London. News of their engagement had spread across their circle of friends, consisting of various professions related to film production. At thirty-seven years of age, now was the time to begin settling down and planning a future alongside his wife. Mike had spent a few years working in Los Angeles before heading back home to London. While there was no place like home, the city of angels still held a dear place in his heart. That was where he and Maggie had once lived when they both had jobs in production companies in the town.
If there was a woman in the suite tonight, it certainly was not her. The other men were all friends of the couple in a bachelor party Maggie approved of. Tonight was their final night in the U.S. before a flight back home. The party began by breaking out the bottles of whiskey and gin. One American friend Mike had met years ago had experience in bartending, as that became his job from the kitchen with fixing up fancy drinks. Another friend was a former DJ who had brought along with him a stereo to blast a mix of instrumental music he had made a few years ago. Mike did not mind the hip-hop beats once he had swallowed two glasses of gin and tonic. The mood of the party had been relatively tame so far, with the men drinking together. Mike sat there in his chair and watched a few friends step out of the doorway leading into the kitchen.
Voices were audible back in the kitchen as multiple conversations were under way. Whatever his friends were discussing, he had no interest in. Mike rested his left elbow down on the armrest of the chair, twitching his fingers as the neon lights cast purple and blue colors over his skin. A tattoo was visible under his left hand, revealing the pyramid design found on the U.S. one dollar bill with heavy details in black ink. Mike had considered getting another tattoo on his right wrist, but could never settle on a design he liked. The pyramid and 'all seeing eye' represented a friendship he had with another man he met more than fifteen years ago. Steve was present tonight as the main man who had paid the bill to arrange this party in a fancy suite. Mike assumed most of the drinks were paid for by him as well.
A five o'clock shadow had grown into a rugged beard to go with a trimmed mustache on his face. Mike was waiting until the flight back home to shave his face. His brown eyes matched the natural color of his hair, which was also slightly longer than his ears. A haircut would be needed before the wedding, but he was not thinking about that date tonight. The date was still more than a week away. He sat up in the chair, crossing his legs as he thought about going for another drink. The purple rays of light did not change any colors on his buttoned-up short-sleeve red shirt. Underneath was his skinny chest that he had spent much time working out to stay in shape. Apart from the gym membership he had back home, Mike spent time biking in London. While listening to the music, he found himself beginning to daydream about returning home when the front door came open.
"Oh, there he is."
The voice belonged to his best friend, Steve. The short man offered a smile before he quietly left the door, leaving it cracked. His short orange hair and clean shaved face were visible in a purple hue thanks to the lighting. The color lit up his white T-shirt, but not the denim blue jeans he wore. Mike could not remember why Steve left, so he figured it was for another beer run.
"Coming back empty handed, I see."
Steve laughed at his friend's comment. He shook his head before answering him back.
"Uh no, I've got someone who wants to meet you."
If his words were not enough to entice Mike, the appearance of a stranger would do the trick. Steve chuckled as he then walked through the living room and went to the kitchen. He clapped his hands and whistled at the other men, but Mike's attention was on the front door that opened wide for a short, brunette-haired woman to step in. This was not his fiancé entering the party, notable for the hair parted down the middle of her head and a set of dark eyes. She wore a white jacket covering her entire body and shut the door behind her. With a soft smile, she stepped forward to Mike.
