He felt almost ready to faint from heat, stress, and simple, unrelieved lust.He felt almost ready to faint from heat, stress, and simple, unrelieved lust. The music had changed to a current rock tune, and he refrained from picking up the pace. He noticed that while Mayhem's stilletto heeled boots were definitely not made for dancing, she seemed surprisingly nimble in them. Mayhem, seeing him falter several times, finally grabbed him with both hands by wrist and bicep, saying, "Come on, you'd better sit down before you fall down." She steered him back toward the bar. There were no unoccupied stools anywhere near where Maid Marion sat waiting. Next to her, a man who looked like nothing so much as a used car salesman was trying to engage her in conversation. She remained a statue, staring off across the dance floor. Mayhem pulled up short in front of the polyester suit replete with polka dot bow tie, Jason swaying every so slightly at her side. Jason hoped this guy's outfit was a costume. He looked like Soupy Sales. He wasn't particularly tall either, at least sitting down, and Mayhem's sky-scraper heels brought her up to where her leather-armored breasts jutted straight into his face. It occurred to Jason that he had never seen heels as tall as the ones these women wore, except in fetish magazines. He had certainly never seen anyone walk in them. Mayhem's confident stride, and precise, if tiny steps gave her a cachet of power, of potency. She was giving the used car salesman a hostile stare that should have melted his suit to his skin. He was oblivious in his determination to get Marion's attention. Mayhem tapped him on the shoulder saying, "She can't hear you or see you- she's deaf and blind," she said. The suit had obviously had too much to drink. "Well uh, thash okay, he said, reaching out to hold Marion's hand. Jason watched Mayhem's hand shoot out, grabbing the drunk's in a funny way, his wrist bent forward sharply. He heard the man hiss with supressed pain, saw him surge to his feet as if to begin battle. Something about his potential opponent made him pause, however. Perhaps it was the fact that even with him standing up, Mayhem was still a head taller than he. |