Thumping Beat

“Thank you.” Cash responded politely.

“If you can wait just a moment, I will have someone escort you to the table your brother prefers.” The stranger responded.

I had started to ignore them finally, looking around at all the Other’s that were coming and going. There were very few humans that frequented Chellos and I think it was because the building somewhat resembled a strip club full of Others, though it was much more than that.

The club was run like a sexual fine arts gallery. The stage was massive, and because it was two floors, you could dance on the bottom floor to the Dj or visit one of the crazy themed areas on the second, each boasting their own taste of senseless debauchery. My favorite was the checkered floor room. It wasn’t basic black and white, but had bright checkered colors of the rainbow, with marshmallow seats and fluffy clouds that hung from the ceiling.

A friend of Reggie and I worked there on the weekends and we’d come to see him in action. He was a dancer