Shake That // Open

[neo]

It was three in the morning, at the time people would usually be fast asleep, half of the city and beyond were wide awake, screaming and jumping around the park that seemed calm during the daytime. Now, music was blasting through thirty-foot speakers alongside strobe lights that responded to the beat of the music. On the stage was nothing but a DJ table with the cases for the equipment alongside it. On the cases there were girls twerking in their tiny jean shirts and crop tops to the heavy bass breaking the silence in the park. Along with then were twenty people in the stage, holding solo cups in their hand and jumping to the music, their beer spilling on the stage floor. The person behind all of this was merely an 18 year old boy with blue hair, almost as drunk as everyone here, but still able to focus on what he was suppose to be doing, making the crowd loose their mind in the music. And it all started with a tweet he posted about eight hours before the event began. Al, better known as Neo, felt he needed to have some fun, not that he doesn't already. For instance, he can't drink while he was live, and now he was nearly hammered. He usually plans there performances six months before, but not today. Him and his crew got bored.

After four hours on energy the cops were on their way and he was going to end the show either way, for he was all out of music. The last song was the song that got him up to fame, and it included an amazing bass drop at the end. When this came to that point everyone knew it was going to happen, and they all were crouched on the ground, anticipating to loose their minds, during the build up, a mosh pit formed in the centre of the crowd, which was strange, seeing how these usually happen at rock concerts. It was insane, and Neo couldn't ware to watch it all go down. He grabbed the mic, and stopped the music right before the bass dropped. The mosh pit was about to break and everyone would go crazy, but not until Neo's Que..
"don't move!" He screamed. "Don't f*cking move until this f*cking bass drops!"
Within the next ten seconds, he played the music again, an with the heavy drop, the mosh out began and people started ramming into each other, amusing the DJ. What a night.

Finally the party ended, and the after party was on its way, but until most of the people were escorted out, Neo had to wait in a plastic chair, a cup if beer in his hand, still pumped up from the party he couldn't sit still.

[Cold]

She walked onward in the park, the small ache in her back almost normal ever since she got the corset done. Humans were crazy nowadays, sticking needles in their skin and whatnot. Her ears perked as she realized that the ground was vibrating, a very loud and progressive beat. Cold liked music, she had never really heard of it until she moved in she would be lying if she said she hated it.
Her pace quickened as the bass quickened, as did her heartbeat. Things like that, they gave her a rush, like a quick drug. Cold smiled devilishly, it was a party. But not just any party, this one came with lights and stage, complete with the Dj himself. She was partially astonished to find him quite young, about a year older than her. Well, technically she was well over his age, but that's not the point.
She was a girl, and like most parties were, she was grabbed and slightly pulled. But she tossed them away with a small attack of her own, not physical of course. Cold was a seducer, it was in her blood to distract a man, but sometimes her bloodline got in the way.
She made her way to the front where the dark haired boy played beats that made the hair on he back of her neck stand on end. The kind of song that sent shivers all over your body. Her blue gaze wandered to the twerking chicks, her eyes narrowing in disgust, but also amused. If this was what people called dancing, then she was penguin. She laughed aloud, mingling into the crowd to get 'with it.'
After what seemed like hours filled with alcohol, men, and a bit of blood, she finally realized that the mosh pit was forming. Cold back away from the large gathering and back towards the stage. Too much thrashing for her taste.
A voice boomed over her head through the speakers and she flinched, looking up to see the Dj again. The mosh pit went ape shit after that and Cold didn't know what to do, so she sobered.
Now clear of alcohol, Cold rounded the stage just as everyone said there goodbyes and left to go back and think about how they were going to tell their parents why they were late. Others would be mourning their brain cells because they knew what kind of hangover they were in for in the morning. She herself of course, had other plans, far from going home.
"Pretty sick, my friend." The term 'my friend' was very general and she used it a lot when she spoke, even to a complete stranger. Her reasoning behind coming back to meet the Dj was pure boredom mixed with a dash of curiosity. The blue hair, the spark of life, he was the complete package of a musician.
She wore tight, white skinny jeans and an odd red shirt that was long in the back, but short in the front. A dripping skull was planted on the front of the shirt in a white plaster. Cold never cared for her attire, rather than was she comfortable and good looking at the same, usually the latter.
"So DJ, what are you going to do after the show?" She said sounding more curious than seductive. It probably sounded like a damn invitation but it was far from it.

[neo]

Al's wandering mind took a moment to realize a voice was speaking to him. He glanced up to see a girl he couldn't recall ever meeting. Was he suppose to know her? Well, she did compliment his work on stage, and he couldn't just brush that aside since compliments were a thing he really enjoyed like most people do. However, he wasn't called by his stage name, and instead by DJ, and he realized she mustn't be aware of his fame an who he was at all. Despite how that sounds a bit of a bummer it was a great thing, knowing he will probably gain a fan tonight. The DJ fixed the Flyers snapback on his head and combed his damp blue bangs to the side, finding them a little irritating with them all wet and stuck of his forehead. He wish at times he could remove them, but it was his signature look- he couldn't touch it. The bracelets shifted in his wrist and he slowly pushed them back up to sit right before his hand, ignoring the constant vibration of his iPhone 5, receiving all the texts that he got during the time he had is phone off, and the time when he posted a few pictures on twitter ad instagram.

"Thanks." he said with a cheerful smile, accompanied by a little laugh. "The after party." he replied, his tone simple, showing a hint of energy and exhaustion. He wasn't going to give her the location since only the people he knew and a few VIPs and the dancer on stage were invited. no one else was invited. However, Neo did find her rather appealing; maybe he could let her come along with him and they could hang out for the night.

[Cold]

So, he was your generic DJ, with every luxury under the sun and a reputation that of a shining star. The way he moved, spoke, it screamed celebrity at her. It made sense now why so many people had come and the whole party. Now, there was an after party, but she wasn't so surprised now. She leaned against a small table opposite of the chair and let her eyes wander the stage. The colorful neon lights were dim and faded now, but she could easily recall the vibrant colors splashing against the wavering crowd. Cold had had her fill of beer and men for that day. She smirked, all that pop music was okay, but her style was more smooth, a deep beat was more her. She was a rap kind of gal. But she had an open mind, she got into anything with a good melody.
"Hope your sober then, you'll need all the brain cells you can get for the alcohol at that party. I wish you the best of luck." She said with a smirk.
Cold knew all too well on the drunks who stumbled around, famous or not everyone had their nights. Luckily she was pretty tolerable and it would take a lot more than a few beers to get her drunk.
"So DJ, you got a name?" Yeah, she wasn't too in the loop either. Her drift was mellow and she never really attended big events, this one had just caught her off guard. Recently, she found herself scooting closer to the big crowds, the need for socialization nearly too much to resist. Another reason for her strange visit to the mastermind of music.
She took another look at him, now that she was near she could more accurately guess his type of person. He was average sized, lanky looking but the small hints of muscle told her otherwise. He had dark blue hair which really got her attention sparked. Anyone with blue hair was her immediate acquaintance, it was just and odd quirk. The guy wasn't too bad so far, nothing like what others might normally guess.

[neo]

As she spoke, he took a long sip from his cup. This girl seemed to be a fun person to be around; maybe she could come to the party afterall. It would be a lot of fun. Neo could already imagine it. A couple drinks, than a few more, and than the rest of the night they wouldn't remember, but it was sure to be crazy. As Neo finished off his beer and lookaed around for another bottle, unable to recall where he got it from. "Trust me, it takes a while for me to get drunk." He boasted, a small smirk on his face as he retraced his steps to where he got his drink. It was true Al was underaged, but he was a normal teenager who didn't care all that much the law. He's gotten drunk more times than he could count.

"I'm known as Neo, but my real name's Alphonse. Call me Al." He replied, standing up from. His eyes scanning the scene, still hunting for the drink. But than his eyes moved back to her, never really getting the chance to see what she actuaally looked like. Al had to admit, her outfit was nice, and she didn't look so bad herself. "I'm guessing you have a name too right? You don't look drunk enough to forget." He asked. After getting her name, Al ended up finding the stash of beer, and instead of wasting a cup he kept it in the bottle, taking a second one as he considered his new friend a few feet away. "Maybe you can come along to the party. I'm not sure if I'll know that many people besides the crew I'm with." He offered, opening the two bottles usuing the heel of his all black adidias kicks. Along with his nice shoes, accompaning it was a pair of black skinny jeans strung low around his waist, moving up with a black tanktop with the words 'WE CAME. WE RAVED. WE LOVED" written on itn dedicated to SWedish House Mafia and their final tour.

[Cold]

Cold gave a light laugh and nodded, "Not surprising, gotta hold your own huh…" It was more of a statement than a question. She brought the bottle to her lips after accepting his offer. She smiled fondly, she could remember that, she was pretty sober at the moment, not all the way, but enough to know where her feet should be and where her mouth was to be kept shut. This was alright though, Al was a cool guy.
"Sure hotshot, I'll tag along." She smirked and downed another gulp. Although the idea sort of had her on edge. Going off with some guy would seem kind of suspicious right? She didn't want to run into this kinds of situations, no matter how good she knew she could take care of that. She trusted him so far as to not put her any of that though.
Her words were hesitant, but still flowing as she thought of a name. Cold had always put some thought into a human name she could use. Don't get her wrong, she loved her name! But in a city like this, with people like him, you had to roll with the crowd.
"Call me Kae, my real is Kaelin, but yeah." She tilted her head back and at an odd angle, her light eyes shining. That was good, she liked that name.
Cold didn't want to tell him just yet of what her actual species was. As far as he was concerned, she was a human and it would stay like that.
"So, don't mean to be doubtful, but how do you plan to get to the after party?" She crossed her legs and sat down on a stool, lifting her knees to meet her elbow which propped her head.

[neo]

Al gulped down a large portion of the bottle, not giving a damn about how much he should drink and what could happen if he drank too much. Tonight was already declared a night to get wasted, no exceptions. As he swished the burning liquid in the bottle by his side, he burned her name into his mind so he wouldn't forget. "Kae~" he sang. "That's a pretty name." He complimented, looking at group of crew members huddled together, gesturing for Al to follow them. "How are we getting there?" He repeated, helping her off the stool and gesturing towards his crew, also great friends. "It's like just down the street. We booked a nightclub. We're walking!" With a sky grin he finished the rest of his bottle and tossed it in a recycling bin by the stage. "Let's go! It's going to be fun, promise."

Neo led Kae to a group of welcoming stage crew and they all started walking together, taking pictures an making jokes that didn't really make any sense. Al took a picture of the backs of his stage crew and tweeted it quoting Afterparty time it's going down tonight bitches . Than he checked his texts and shoved his phone back in his pocket, hesitating to ask for her number. Would he ever see her again? Maybe she'd give out his number and that wouldn't be good. Maybe later...
Once they reached their location they were escorted to the back of the building, lead into a dark hallway that had a few rooms, one of them they were allowed in to put their bags and stuff in. It also came with a soft couch, mini fridge and flat screen tv. But that's not where they were headed tonight. They continued down the hall and opened the door to strobe lights and pounding music. They were here. About three hundred bodies dancing next to each other, most of them being as drunk as Al wanted to be tonight. Al smiled, glancing at Kae. "Shall we?" He asked with a little laugh.

[Cold]

Now taking on the role of Kae, she chugged down the rest of the beer and got off the stool. She flashed a smile and followed him down the stage. An after party huh? It had never occurred to her what such giant crowds of people might be like. Outside versus inside was a totally different contrast from one to the other. So this would be a first club party for her.
On the way she met a lot of the staff from the concert, most were pretty decent and friendly. It wasn't at all what she expected it to be like, hanging out with Al. It was a lot more smooth, no B.S like what some might think. She smiled softly to herself, this night would prove to be wonderful.
About a good ten minutes later after various good conversation and laughs, they all arrived to the club. They went around back by even from back there she could clearly pick up the deep thumping rhythm if the music. Kae stuck close to Al, waiting patiently in the hall as he crew set down their equipment and whatnot in a small recreational room.
It must have been nice to be a hotshot in the world of music. Going to different places every night, making people smile and go crazy for what you did. To tell the truth that sounded pretty good, she was almost jealous. Kae had been striving to be more mundane, to fit in it whatever people always moped about.
Her eyes lit up as she saw the large crowd and flashing lights, strobe affects flashed across her skin and she smiled at Al, her adrenaline kicking up as she took in the scene. Kae looked more closely at the crowd, the girls and large men, such crude behavior! It made her blood run hot.
"It's why we're here!" She said in agreement. Kae walked over, her light blue hair turning neon under the harsh black lights.

[neo]

One of his crew nudged Al on the shoulder. "We should go get a couple more drinks in our system." He suggested, and Al nodded his head in Agreement, leading Cold to the bar, lined with neon lights that changed colours every couple seconds. The stools were cleared when people saw him enter the club. As they were on their way to the bar, they were approached by a group of girls, wearing the smallest of clothing that stuck tight to her twig-like figures. They were all screaming, one even crying, realizing who was standing in front of them. Neo smiled at them, accepting their request for a picture.
One of them pictures was with the crying girl, nearly unable to speak standing next to Neo with his arm around her. The DJ noticed how she was shaking, and right before they took the picture he kissed the girl on her cheek, making the girl's heart stop. The camera snapped and the picture ended up being Neo kissing the girl on her cheek.
One of the crew laughed a little, looking at Cold. "He lives for this." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "He's told me he loves to meet his fans since it reminds him about how many people love him for who he is and what he does."
Neo came back with four more bracelet around his wrist, loyal to wearing all the jewelry his fans give him. "Okay, now lets go get some drinks." He declared, fixing his hair and his hat.

[Cold]

Cold leaned against the bar, her eyes watching with wide curiosity. She had never seen such intimate communication, weren't they complete strangers? She tilted her head with amusement as the girls fondled over him, squealing in their little voices. She listened closely to the guy who leaned over, so this was normal behavior. To be honest she was fairly surprised about the way he acted. She had expected something else...
It only piqued her curiosity about this guy's life as a celebrity. She smiled, nodding and mumbling about the girls and their silly behavior. Sure it was pretty exciting, but nothing to throw their tops over. She giggled and reached around to grab a drink, taking her own time to sip the burning drink. Cold smiled, the girls were pretty amusing, she admired Al for his professionalism about all this. She nodded, a new found respect for this guy.
Cold was pretty sure she would have flipped her shit if a guy harassed her like that. Although she was fairly sure that it would be a totally different goal for a it than girl, no offense to the male gender of course. But that was the norm.
Downing the liquid, she tossed the bottle into the garbage before the picture was even take. Her eyes caught the eyes if a few people, most glancing at the crew then getting a confuse expression. Cold wasn't too worried, with Al's big heart she was fairly sure people would forgive them if the completely strange girl tagged behind Neo. She had no interests like that sort.
Cold smirked, reaching back around to pull two more up. "I'm way ahead of you, hotshot." She chuckled darkly as she handed him the drink. Her eyes went back over the crowd, it was going to be some party now that they knew who was here. She hoped she wasn't being a third wheel...

[neo]

Neo took the drink from her and watched her run into the crowd, knowing he'd catch up with her in a minute. First he needed to get a little more alcohol in his system. It took a lot to get him drunk, so who knows how much he would drink tonight to get him where he wanted to be. Al drank the drink Cold handed him, along with three shots of... He didn't even know. It tasted pretty rad and it was really strong too. He liked it. Now his energy and mood was bumped up and he and a close Friend of his from the crew entered the crowd of people who were having a pretty fun time, too drunk to notice the man behind it who walked right passed them all. The dancing going on was nothing unusual, just girls bent over in front of the guys who forced them down, bodies all pressed tight together as if try were afraid to get caught as if they were in their early teen years. Al was making the best of this night, not Doing anything out of the ordinary of this crowd, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun. If half of these girls knew who they were dancing with they'd be freaking out, but it seemed very few actually knew. He was fine with that, for the pictures on his twitter page will speak the memories. After a while he wondered where Cold went, noticing he hasn't ran into her yet.[/blockquote]

[Cold]

Cold had been doing her own thing so far into the night. She'd met a lot of strangers, some more enjoyable than others, but that didn't matter here did it? Besides, she could take care of herself in almost any situation. Her blue eyes were glittering with excitement and alcohol, drinking way more than anyone really should an still managing to be half coherent. She'd have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, but it would be worth it too.
So far that party had been kind of, grey. It was fun and all, but she didn't find that special moment that every showdown should have, that 'highlight' of the night. Her eye looked around for Al, her mind turning gears to come up with a good con. Of course, soon after the picture she managed to slip away, not on purpose of course, she had been lured. The blinking lights and black-light colors always played with her eyes and made her slightly ditsy.
Of course this was going to be mostly improve and but Cold or now know as Kae, knew only a few of the genre but had taking a good liking to it. Her eyes looked around the room, people were pumped now, but she wanted to get them crazy. She smiled as she caught sight of the blue-haired guy and ran over, tugging lightly on his sleeve.
"Wanna get this party kickin? Would you do a song with me?" She asked, clasping her hands together as she wished over so much to. Her species was born to sing, used it as a technique of survival even, but her recent cutbacks had taken a toll on her instincts and left her craving to do what she did best. Besides, with both their skills and experiences combined they could rule out a pretty bad-ass tune. Cold smiled further and continued on, "Only one alright? Just for a bit of fun?" She insisted on doing it.

[neo]

Neo turned around to find who he was looking for, and greeted her with a big smile. In his hand he had a fresh bottle of vodka handed to him by someone he thought he knew. "Hey, it's you!" He said with a little laugh, the large abundance of alcohol in his system energizing him and putting him in a great mood. At her request he looked around, seeing the DJ table, and saw an empty stripper pole not far away. "Yeah! Lets do it!" He exclaimed, "but the only place for you to sing is over there.." He said, pointing to the stripper pole. His arm was thrown around her shoulder, his mind buzzing with the only blurred focus of giving people something to be entertained by. "They'd Let me up I the table and there's people singing but they're all over the DJ table... I don't want that. Okay let's go!" Neo grabbed her hand and trotted near the DJ table, acting casual until the DJ called him up. Neo snatched the wireless mic and tossed it to Cold. "They're gonna love this." He said with an eager voice, walking up to the DJ table and putting his bottle on the floor. The crowd cheered, recognizing the face behind the music.

[Cold]

She greeted him with a warm smile and an equally friendly 'hello'. She was ecstatic that he would accompany her, and whats more she'd get her way. Cold pranced up to the pole, it was a little crude and perhaps even vulgar, but she'd take what she could get, of course.
Before she was even half way the people were beginning to gather around the small raised platform. She glanced back at Al, catching the mic with a flashing grin and a hyena's laugh. Confusion seemed to ripple throughout the crowd as they saw her also performing, no one had expected a complete stranger to duet with the fame Neo. Cold smiled wider and looked further into the crowd, "You guys ready?"
Excitement jump started them to a full out ecstasy as it started. Cold poured words and she expected Al to do what he did best.
"And no red lights down to ride all night, oh! Tell me that you're ready, cause I don't wanna hit and run."
She smiled as her words hit the crowd.
"Excuse me can I lift you up and take you there.
I set the mood right when I light it up, light, light it up!
Had me from the first hit, never felt this high before, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
So why don't we take it back to my place at last and, oh, oh, oh, oh!
We don't wanna hit and run!
And no red lights down to ride all night, oh!
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't wanna hit and run!
The moves just right, make you come alive, oh.
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't wanna hit and run!
This ain't no drive-by love, don't want no hit and run.
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't want no hit and run!
Run, run, run, run...

We're twisted so tight, caught up in the sweat and skin.
Hot in the moonlight when I, fire it up, fire, fire it up.
I got the green light feingin' for your finish line, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
So why don't we take it back to my place at last and, oh, oh, oh, oh!
We don't wanna hit and run!"
Cold paused, the music running through her like water in a faucet.

"And no red lights down to ride all night, oh!
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't wanna hit and run!
The moves just right, make you come alive, oh.
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't wanna hit and run!
This ain't no drive-by love, don't want no hit and run.
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't want no hit and run!
Run, run, run, run...GO!"

[Instrumental break]

"And I wanna lift you up, I wanna take you there, there, there, there, there!
And I wanna lift you up, I wanna take you there, there, there, there, there!
I don't wanna hit and run.
And no red lights down to ride all night, oh!
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't wanna hit and run!
The moves just right, make you come alive, oh.
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't wanna hit and run!
This ain't no drive-by love, don't want no hit and run.
Tell me that you're ready cause I don't want no hit and run!"



[So much editing....]

[neo]

Neo watched her sing in front of the ecstatic crowd, bouncing on the floor holding countless drinks in the air, and shockingly not soiling a drop of any of it. Neo was working his own magic on the mixer, still able to focus on the music. It was odd. yet, music was what made him who he is- a true passion, really. Neo looked at Cold singing to the crowd of people made him wonder if he could make a collaboration with her one day. She had an amazing voice and men really seemed to find her looks intriguing. Once the song finished Neo turned on another song, throwing the Beats around his neck and without no surprise, ended up running this party. It wasn't a surprise to anyone he would end up doing this.

"Kaelin!" he called out, gesturing for her to come over to the DJ table and away from the jealous girls who were crawling on the stripper pole stand. It amused him how they were trying to push her off and into the crowd. He could say he beauty was a gift and a curse. Thinking that made neo chuckle. This was even more fun than the actual performance, and he wished this night could last longer. Sadly, it was already 4:50 in the morning, and the party went till 5:15. That meant he'd have to end it with a bang.