A Note from the author: What can I say. It's been a long time since I've written. I graduated college and am taking the summer off. It's going to take me a minute to get back into the fan fiction groove, but I've come to better appreciate what this expression of fandom does for me as a writer and as a person. I love it all and I hope you all enjoy my stories. I will be picking up and completing a lot of old stories and started new ones. Enjoy.
"I wonder if we're going to be on the V.I.P. list?" Byrn asked as Dermott pulled up to the curb.
"We better be," Dermott replied as he moved the joystick into park. Maeve gave him a side glance. Dermott shrugged.
"Being related to you has to have some perks," he said and smiled.
Maeve let out a groan and looked over at the entrance of Reggie's. The music pulsed from the club and the colorful, dancing lights could be seen from the windows. All she could think about was that Sean Stedman was in there somewhere waiting for her. Not that he would notice her when she walked in, but the fact that he expected her there made such a difference. She had been to Reggie's before. It was a trendy place known for its exotic atmosphere and pulsing rhythms.
Unlike other clubs, the music at Reggie's wasn't dictated by the most recent top 40 list. Only the sexiest, most powerful, get-up-on-your-feet-and-dance music was played there. While the selective music choices were one of the things that Maeve loved about the club, she also knew that it could get her in a lot of trouble. Just the thought of dancing the sexiest music in the world while the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen stared at her from across the room was exciting… and dangerous. Yeah, she was in trouble.
The club had three floors. The first floor, called the Savannah, played mostly hip-hop and reggae. The second floor was The Island that played Latin music. And the third floor, which was the most elusive, was called the Jungle, known for its international beats and discreet hideaways.
The trio entered Reggie's with the rhythm flowing over them. They stared at the dancers, grinding, spinning, popping and locking. Maeve smiled and looked at her brother and Bryn. They were in awe. Maeve saw a large circle of people in the right corner of the club, clapping and cheering. She hooked her arm with her brother's. He looked at her.
"Come on," Maeve said and pulled them into the crowd.
"That's it! That's it! Woah!" a girl cheered into the circle.
Maeve, Dermott and Bryn squeezed their way into the circle. A strong, dark-skin man in a red baseball cap was in the middle of the circle, spinning on his head. He spun faster and then spun down on to his back, slowing down and posed. The crowd cheered as he leaped up, kicking his feet out like martial artist. Maeve smiled.
"Reggie!" she shouted.
Reggie turned and smiled when he saw the fiery redhead.
"Hey!" Reggie called back, walking over to her and accepting people's hi-fives and fist pounds along the way. When he got to Maeve, he gave her a big hug.
"Good to see you," she said.
Reggie let her go, "You too."
"Still dancing, I see."
Reggie shrugged, "Gotta show these kids who runs the place, you know."
Maeve nods, "I know. You're doing well for yourself."
"You too. Wait, aren't you supposed to be upstairs with Steadman?"
Dermott stepped forward, "That's where he is?"
Reggie looked at Dermott up and down questioningly, "Naaawww."
Reggie turned to Maeve, "No way that's D-Manic?"
Maeve laughed. Dermott put his head down.
"What?' Bryn asked.
Maeve put her hand up, "Sorry, sorry. Sorry I didn't introduce them earlier."
Maeve gestured to Bryn, "Reggie, this is Bryn. And yeah, that's D-Manic."
Bryn looked up at Dermott, "D-Manic?"
Dermott shook his head, "Don't ask."
"Let's just say that by the time you came around, Dermott had chilled out a lot," Maeve said and then snickered, "And given up on his dreams of a rap career."
"Maaeevvve." Dermott said, embarrassed.
Bryn laughed and looked at Dermott, "Wow!"
Dermott shook his head, "Please, don't!"
Bryn put her hands up and said, "I'm not saying anything."
Maeve turned to Reggie, "Lead the way."
Suddenly a hand clasped Maeve's. She looked up and saw Steadman dazzling eyes staring into her own. Steadman smiled.
"How about I take you to the Jungle?" He said with tone that promised oh-so-much more.
Maeve was taken back and stared back. I was right, she thought as she looked at Steadman up and down, taking in his fashionable button-down and jeans, he does look good in a pair of jeans.
Steadman gestured to the stairs, "Come on, you're missing your own party."
Maeve followed Steadman upstairs with Dermott and Bryn in tow. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she realized that it didn't feel like the first time she had been led by this man into an adventure and somehow she didn't think it would be the last.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Steadman led them to a hidden booth in the corner. Frank was sitting there, talking excitedly with the woman sitting next to him.
"You see, when I proposed improvements to the new propulsion system, it was focused on—"
"Frank!" Sean interrupted. Frank looked up.
"Fun now. Work later," Sean stated in no uncertain terms, still holding Maeve's hand.
The woman looked at Sean, "I'm enjoying myself. It's rare that you met someone this brilliant and personable."
Frank blushed, "Um, forgive me, my dear. Sean, this is Adriana. Adriana, Sean."
Adriana stood up, her dark hair sweeping around her shoulders, and put her hand out to Sean. Sean shook it and smiled.
"I stand corrected. Carry on."
She nodded and then noticed Maeve.
"And this must be the guest of honor."
Maeve smiled, "That's one way of putting it. I'm Maeve. This is Dermott and Bryn."
They waved. Adriana nodded, "Do you want to see with us?"
Dermott started to resisted, but Adriana insisted. Dermott and Bryn sat down in the red plush couches that formed the booth. Maeve began to sit, but Sean held her hand tighter. She looked at him.
"Let's dance," he said softly. Looking into his eyes, almost hypnotized, she nodded and went to the dance floor. Sean's hand went around her waist and she looked him in the eyes as the pulsing drums vibrated through the floor, the air and into the bodies. Yeah, she was in trouble.