Shinigami Sadfair

Stephie gulped the contents of the one-and-a-half inch tall glass, much to the delight of the crowd seated beside her. What seemed to be an eternity of careful consideration was relegated to a nano-second of hesitation, as she downed the last of the alcoholic beverage. A loud cheer then erupted before her, nearly flooring her already drowsy body right smack onto the tiled floor.

"Wooh Steph! Isa pa!! Isa pa!!"

Stephie knew she only had one shot yet the beverage has manifested its effects on her rookie constitutions, something she expected and regretted. She knew she couldn't afford to down one more but the situation wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Wooh!! Idol!"

The second round caused swirls and twisters around the poor, peer-pressured lady's line of sight. An uneasy, disgusting feeling began to creep from her stomach towards her throat. A sudden redness made its presence felt on her snow-white complexion.

"Ano Steph kaya pa?"

Stephie felt the need to stand up. The swirls and twisters have made their way inside her gastrointestinal system, inciting that unesay, disgusting feeling even more. No good. Standing still only provided minimal comfort. She had to move. She had to dance. The music, the lights, the constant cheering paved the way.

"Wooh! Ang sexy mo Steph!" Stephie glided through the tiled floor like the northern winds blowing subtly over the old blue. She took off her jacket, revealing a pink, skimpy tube concealing the last line of her femininity's defense. The hip-hop melody played well with her hips laced with a flavorful pair of denim. Her long, jet black hair swayed over the club's horizon, as stares of unimaginable admiration and lust inserted themselves through the clueless virgin's inviting movements.

"Stephie tama na yan."

A familiar face entered the dance floor, impaling the intoxicated Stephie back to her senses. The swirls and twisters abruptly ended, her eyes wide in shock. Replacing the carnal stares were eyes of intrigue.

"Tama na yan umuwi na tayo."

The formally-attired, well-combed male spoke, his remarks greeted by unconsolidated jeers by the drunken patrons.

"Hoy kj! Umalis ka nga't di ka kailangan ni Stephie dito!"

The screams inaudibly disnintegrated in the booming music, yet they were loud enough for Stephie to hear. She wanted to dance some more, but the figure in front of her had this strange, invoking grip on her appendages. All of a sudden, shame enveloped Stephie's perception.

"Jeff, I..I.."

The swirls and twisters again reared their ugly heads. And Jeff was at the receiving end of it all.

"Ewww kadiri!!!"


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end of prologue
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