Page 11 of Level Me Up

Chapter Eight

Morgan

As soon as we left the convention center, we grabbed a quick bite to eat in the hotel food court and took a cab to the nearest shopping center. Neither of us packed the appropriate evening attire. It was all jeans, tees, and comfy shoes, and none of those would do. After trying on several outfits at a few stores, we both ended up pretty happy with our new clothes.

I picked a dark blue, almost navy dress that hangs just above my knees. The whole bodice is covered in a crocheted lace flower design. The front has a rounded neckline, and a thin black waist belt completes the simple-but-chic look. Plus, the three-quarter length lace sleeves make it perfect for the low-sixty-degree weather. I paired this with a black bootie heel, but it still only adds about two inches to my height, so I’m in no danger of wobbling around all night.

Ruby put together a sassy, dark purple short-sleeve dress with a simple pair of red heels that gives the illusion of matching her hair color perfectly. The jersey knit dress has ruched shoulders and clings to her body in all the right places. We both look pretty damn good.

As we walk up to the front of the club, I tell Ruby with a chuckle, "If Dex doesn't ever meet up with us, at least we look hot.”

"Hell yes, we do!" she agrees.

We head up to the door, bypassing the line, and I tell the burly bouncer that our names should be on the list. He smiles, and I give him our names. Sure enough, we are on the list. He turns to the guy next to him and says, "These ladies are on the VIP list. Can you please show them to the loft?" The second man nods and gestures for us to follow. I smile at the bouncer as we head inside.

The music pumping through the club isn’t overly loud. The club is dark, but the lighting from the bar and blue and green lights from the dance floor make the place look anything but dreary. It actually has a pretty modern and upscale feel. To our right as we enter is a long, well-lit bar, and there are tables scattered around the room. In the middle of the room, there is a nice-sized dance floor. A DJ booth can be found at the back. Drinks are probably double the price here than at the bar down the street.

We follow the guy from the front up a flight of stairs to the left of the bar that leads to a second-floor loft that spans half the size of the room. There are plush booths that seat ten to twelve lining the walls, then high tables with stools scattered around. The tables line the railing looking out over the dance floor and bar. While the first floor looked packed, there is a lot more breathing room up here.

The guy turns to us and tells us that the drink menus are on the tables, but the bar can make anything and to have an enjoyable night. With a slight bow and a wink, he disappears down the stairs.

We quickly find a table and take a seat. Ruby picks up a menu, but I'm way too nervous to figure out what to order. Not only did he put us on the list, but we are also up here in the VIP section. While I was excited to see him again, part of me thought it wouldn't actually happen. Up until this moment I didn't really allow myself to think about what would happen once we got here. I just keep hoping for the best. I mean, I did considerably better in the art exhibit conversation compared to the signing. So, with any luck, I'd be back to my usual self.

I reach for the drink menu, but before I realize it, I hear Ruby order us both a drink. I’m about to ask what she ordered because I’ll admit, I totally missed it, when Ruby gets a look of excitement on her face. I start to ask her what's going on when I feel a warm hand lightly touch the small of my back. A split second later, a smiling Dex is at my right saying, "You guys made it.”

As quickly as his hand was there, it's now gone, and a shiver runs up my spine.

“Morgan, Ruby, these are my friends, Link and Simon. The rest of the team is around here somewhere; I'll introduce you later."

I smile at the trio as I take them in. Dex is by far the best looking of the three, but all three of them look like they could have walked right out of a magazine ad and into this club. Dex is wearing a stylish, gray, three-piece suit that somehow doesn’t look too fancy or out of place here in the club. The white shirt he is wearing has the first couple of buttons undone, relaxing the look. His hair is slightly gelled on top to make his longer locks look perfectly messy.

The other two guys are similarly dressed, but I'm just about to catch myself drooling when a tall, handsome, brown-haired guy with nerdy glasses, Link, I think is his name, reaches out a hand for me to shake. Dex, though, elbows him quickly, and Link laughs, drops his hand and shoots a side grin at Dex. Why would Dex not want him to shake my hand? Then my mind travels back to yesterday to my spaz-tastic first encounter with these guys. The whole table becomes engulfed in a dense cloud of tension. So, I decide to just play it cool.

"Were you trying to make fun of me?" I ask with mock accusation, "because my girl Ruby here has already used up all the quota allowed for that once in a lifetime spaz-tastic moment" as I jerk my head toward Ruby. The tension quickly eases as Ruby nods her head in agreement, and we all laugh.

"So…this party…what's it for?" Ruby asks.

Dex replies, "It’s being hosted by Visionwave, they publishCall of Battle, the game that we play. They have a booth and party every year here at Comic-Con. It's really just an excuse for them to have a good time, but they invite some of the pro teams, their business partners, and other industry folk."

"Nice!" Ruby replies, and she scans the dance floor. I know she is going to ask me to dance later. I better finish my drink.

Simon, the quiet and reserved, muscular one with short reddish-blond hair excuses himself to grab some beers, and Link starts chatting up Ruby. Dex leans into me as the goosebumps rise on my arms. “I’m really glad you came, Morgan." My head spins at the way my name falls from his lips. I want him to say it again, but I don't want to revert back to spaz mode. It takes a few deep breaths before I'm able to speak.

"Yeah, me too. Thank you for inviting us," I reply.

"So, what brings a girl like you to San Diego Comic-Con?”

"Ruby," I chuckle. “I’m here in place of her brother. His plans fell through.”

"So, what do you think? Have you been enjoying it?" he asks, his gaze intent on what I’m saying.

"Oh yeah. It’s been lots of fun and interesting. I’m glad I got the opportunity to experience this massive nerd gathering."

He grins widely, "Are you guys staying through the weekend, or are you done tomorrow?

"We head home tomorrow night. I honestly don't think my brain, feet, or body could take any more. I'm going to sleep for at least a full day when I get home."

He laughs. "Yeah, I remember my first Comic-Con; they can be daunting. Where is home?"

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