Page 65 of The Omega Archives: Part One

Before I could think better of how I probably shouldn’t have been sharing–we already kissed in the car anyway, I supposed– I took a sip from the small straw.

I cringed.

“No?” Cal chuckled.

“What is that?”

“Jack and cola.”

I shook my head. “I like the cola part.”

He laughed. “Let me get you something sweeter then, yeah?”

Cal turned back to the bartender, leaving me to look around again.

There were so many people stuffed inside the club. The heat almost didn’t bother me anymore, everyone was sticky from moving and the close quarters as the music swayed me back and forth.

Cal grinned as he pulled another glass over the bar, smiling at the way I grinned back. “Here you go, milady. Give it a try.”

I stared down at the pink concoction, carefully lifting the glass to my lips as I took a sip. Pulling back, I left behind a pink gloss along the rim. My eyes widened.

“Better?”

It was really good. “What is this?”

“A cosmopolitan. There is cranberry juice and lime in it, I think.”

“I really like it.”

“Good!” Cal yelled back as we drifted away from the bar and into a new throng of people. Sometimes I forgot I lived in a city with thousands instead of just on campus.

I took another sip of my drink, letting the sweet sharpness of the flavor settle on my tastebuds. Looked like I was experiencing more than just a few things tonight.

I hummed with pleasure as Cal kept looking at me. “What?”

He shook his head. “Just thinking I’m the luckiest bastard in this joint.”

I rolled my eyes. He was so corny. “Is that so?"

"How couldn't I be when I'm with you?"

Shaking my head, I changed the subject. I wasn't sure if my cheeks could turn any redder. "What were you up to today?”

Cal thought for a moment. “Not a whole lot honestly. I was too worked up about coming out with you tonight. I finished up a few things and sent along those other links you sent me– thank you, by the way. You didn’t need to add anymore onto your plate.”

“It’s fine. I was already looking at it and I figured if sending the link would be helpful to you and your work...” I shrugged. “It was no problem.”

“Do you want to dance?”

I took another sip of my drink before setting it down. I felt sad that I had to leave it behind, but I didn’t want to miss my chance to dance with Cal.

Taking my hand, he squeezed it once almost as if it were a type of code. I squeezed back as he led us towards the dance floor with the thick crowd of people.

Everyone lost themselves to the music, currently a strange, yet oddly good combination of techno and soft rock.

The people around us made room but paid us no attention as they continued their movement on the floor. There was a group of girls laughing as they jumped up and down, somehow landing without issue on their high heels.

A girl between two other men ground against each other, eyes half closed as they held on.

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