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Tosh swiveled around on his bar stool and checked his cellphone. The nightclub was full to capacity already, just thirty minutes after opening. Jitterbug had every patron dancing the Thriller while the lights strobed. Thanks to Reverb, much of the noise stayed on the dance floor while the bar and booths were relatively quiet.
"Baptiste!" Michel clattered over in heels and a minidress, breathless. She slapped her tray down on the counter. "I need three Appletinisone cider, one apple Vodka, one half of eachone Pink Snowman, one Pink Squirrel, and A Fuzzy Thing with extra Schnapps." Baptiste nodded and set to work. Michel took the chance to collapse on a stool at the bar. Freefall spared her barely a look before looking down at his phone again.
"He's not here yet." He grumbled.
"Ngh. Who?" Mumu raised her head from the bar.
"The guy you said was coming. Spike or whatever." Freefall said.
"Shrike." The waitress corrected. "What time is it?"
Michel was already in his seat the next morning when Bellicose came in. Tosh was flopped over the table, looking exhausted and hungover with name-brand sunglasses to protect his eyes. He was the very image of a debauched trust fund. Michel worked until 4 AM at Aqua Vitae but always managed to make it to class on time and freshly scrubbed. Even after his morning run with Bellicose. He was the very image of a respectable yet slightly fabulous youth in olive green corduroy skinny pants and an amorphous purple sweater that covered his hands. Bellicose was in her usual professional-yet-cute clothes. The cute effect was ruined, however, by her severe expression and the somewhat soulless look in her purple eyes. Neither of her two friends were perturbed by this, thankfully.
Michel was busily making light conversation as Bellicose pulled her textbook, notebook, and pens from her messenger bag. Michel stopped mid-sentence and stared at the textbook.
"Belli... what is that on yo
Superhero--1His parachute wouldn't open. When the ripcord came away in his hand, he had forced himself not to panic just yet. There was a back-up.
He yanked on the second cord and that came away in his hand as well. He stared at the bright yellow cord, both ends flapping in the wind.
He was approaching terminal velocity, he knew.
The flesh was rippling on his face and his hair was being dragged out of his scalp and his eyes were forced open, tears flying into the empty sky.
Earth was so very, very far below. At this height, even landing in a swimming pool or a giant marshmallow wouldn't save him. He'd splatter on impact like an egg dropped from the Chrysler building. Maybe he should have ignored Mom and stayed on the plane. Well, no chance of that now. Twisting around in midair, he caught sight of the burning wreckage far away and below him. It would reach the ground before he did.
He decided he was perfectly in his right to panic. He screamed and cried and thrashed but he couldn't slow down his f
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