The Introduction of Insanity.
Michael was a freshman at Bowling Green State University, in the amazingly flat terrained town of Bowling Green, Ohio. A simple college town with a few quirks, much like any other college in the world, except unlike every other college, this one was his home. Michael grew up in a suburb of Cleveland, dated a few people, and had lazily gotten through highschool with a 2.4 GPA. School never really mattered, and neither did most people. "Life is a lot simpler without assholes getting in the way" that was his philosophy. Until she came along.
After the first week of school Mike was bored, his room mate was out often, probably partying with how he slumped into his bed at night. Most of the time Mike took to rollerblading campus at 2 AM. No one was around at that hour, and the cool air felt wonderful at night. Over all Mike was pretty normal, basic haircut, basic glasses, basic outfits, basic lifestyle. Music needed to be loud and aggressive, but that was the marking of his age group.
Wednesday night changed a lot about that boring college, and it always did. Wednesday nights were known as "Goth Night" at the Uptown/Downtown club. A simple two floor building held two individual clubs, the lower level for people above 21, it was mostly a bar. The upper level of the club had more music, more room for dancing, and allowed people to come in if they were 18 and up, however, you still had to be 21 to drink. Mike decided to go for the music, not the people. It was no surprise that he knew people who were going, he lived across the computer lab from the Arts Village, a special floor for Art Majors, where they could be weird together and enjoy college in small social circles.
Jason noticed the black outfit on Mike instantly as one suited for clubbing, "Mike? Are you sure you'll survive?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked, looking to make sure that the fishnet sleeves and studded belt were secure.
"You're the hermit, you never party. Besides, you kinda look like a poser." Jason said chuckling. Mike took offense, until Jason explained that it was more than black clothing, usually it was also makeup. Jason helped Mike apply the eye liner, shadow, and creame to pale his face before he allowed Mike to dare attempt going to the club.
"Also man, I have one piece of advice for you. Dance. If you just sit around, or stand there, you'll look awful, you have to actually keep moving so that people think you don't give a shit. If you care, you suck, simple rule of the club. You can look like you're stoned or trashed, but if you move around while doing it, people will respect you for it." Jason said knowingly. He'd been at this school for two years, and hadn't really done much other than Goth Nights, and classes.
Mike walked to town feeling awkward, until he saw the line of people waiting to enter the club, then he smiled, "Tonight I have to have fun." he said to himself, in a pep-talk sort of way.
Mike got in line and got out his wallet so he could show his liscense and pay the entry fee. Mike's jaw visable dropped as he saw some of the women entering this club. Most of them were pretty attractive, obviously well built and very prepared to show off. The line consisted of fishnet stockings or sleeves (even one fishnet top with just a black lacey bra under it) and short enough skirts as to imply that bending over to pick something up was not an option.
The girl infront of him was listening to the beat of the music inside. Mike could tell because her curls bounced to the music as she shook her head along with it. Her hair was a deep black, seemingly natural. She was in a very tight leather outfit that hid nearly nothing. It was cut just an inch above where her nipple should be, and her breasts filled it nicely. She had on white and black checkerboard sleeves and stockings that came from her plated black skirt. She also had on wicked black boots that laced up and went to her knee, with at least two inches of platform on the bottom. The most noticable thing about her though was that in her hair was a pair of kitty ears that seemed almost childishly cute resting on her head.
Mike finally got to the door and watched the gothic kitten walk up and envied whoever she shared her bed with. Mike paid his entry fee and got his hands stamped, and the letters I V written on the backs of his hands with permanent marker. The stairs were blacklit, and paint was glowing off of them. Mike raced up the stairs and looked around for the girl, but people were everywhere, and it was impossible to see. Mike shrugged and walked around, barely able to hear anything except for the music.
The decoration was nice, very dark and creepy, which was strange since halloween was still two months away. Mike found an empty table and sat in one of the tall chairs to it, listening to the music and gathering up his courage before he would go to the dance floor and attempt dancing.
The music had small breaks in which someone would claim a birthday, and ask the DJ in the large black box to give a happy birthday to them, then the DJ would let the whole club yell a cheerful "Fuck you!" to the birthday victim. Mike was enjoying the scene so far, he spotted Jason dancing with a crowd of other people from the Arts Village.
"Have you seen my ears?" A femenine voice from behind Mike asked.
"What?" Mike asked in confusion until he turned around and saw the goth kitten, only without her ears. "Oh... I'm sorry, what you said just didn't make sense. I haven't seen them, I'm sorry." Mike said, turning away.
"Well fuck, I only had them one night." She said, sitting down across from him and rested her arms on the table, then set her chin on it, looking up at Mike. "Who are you?" she asked, somewhat rudely, but in a sweet girly tone.
"Mike." he said, taken back by her boldness. "So, who are you?" Mike asked, trying to sound relaxed.
"Terri, short for Theresa." She said, smiling and sitting up. "I want to dance, come with?" Terri asked.
"Sure." Mike said following her to the dancefloor. Terri danced very gracefully and smothely, while Mike was obviously not as skilled. Her motions were even like a cat's, gradual shifts in her shoulders and small steps and flows. They danced for an hour, Mike nervous the whole time, and Terri not really paying attention, lost in the music.
After an hour, Mike was visable wearing thin on stamina, his legs feeling like they were about to fall off from his weight shifting, and movement to the beat. Over the music Mike yelled that he was going to go sit down for a bit, Terri following him. Terri walked and got some water for both of them and walked back to the table, offering the drink to Mike. "So where are you from?" Terri asked.
