09-13-2018, 03:04 PM
The stage flurried. As if the tightness in Raffe's chest had been a warning, the frivolity suddenly strummed a note of discord. The music jarred a promise of madness. Ice tickled a finger up his spine; cold to replace the hot sweat at his brow. It was surreal. Uncomfortable. His eyes widened at the macabre shift, thrilled and sickened in the same instant, but utterly unable to look away, even as disgust rose like bile.
The subversiveness was a dangerous thrill. Jaws hung agape, eyes wide to the white as the bodies piled. Drinks forgotten. Tittering conversation stilled to silence when the tension strung to a knife point. The animal's scream was not faked. Raffe wretched, the pain burning, hand clamped tight over his mouth. Nothing came up, but he discovered his face drenched. Clothes stuck like a second skin.
The table around him erupted as the show came to a close, but Raffe's legs felt like water. Everything began to warp like a bad trip as he watched the curtain call. Faces twisted. Grins ghastly. The applause was thunderous even as some people slipped out silent and pale-faced. Raffe's mouth dried out, and he suddenly appreciated that something was very wrong. He reached for the table edge, about to excuse himself to the bathroom. But his eyes rolled up instead. He slipped off his seat in a dead faint.
[[Raffe's friends will help him, unless someone has a burning desire to play hero. Not intended to distract from the, uh, main attraction. Carry on.]]
The subversiveness was a dangerous thrill. Jaws hung agape, eyes wide to the white as the bodies piled. Drinks forgotten. Tittering conversation stilled to silence when the tension strung to a knife point. The animal's scream was not faked. Raffe wretched, the pain burning, hand clamped tight over his mouth. Nothing came up, but he discovered his face drenched. Clothes stuck like a second skin.
The table around him erupted as the show came to a close, but Raffe's legs felt like water. Everything began to warp like a bad trip as he watched the curtain call. Faces twisted. Grins ghastly. The applause was thunderous even as some people slipped out silent and pale-faced. Raffe's mouth dried out, and he suddenly appreciated that something was very wrong. He reached for the table edge, about to excuse himself to the bathroom. But his eyes rolled up instead. He slipped off his seat in a dead faint.
[[Raffe's friends will help him, unless someone has a burning desire to play hero. Not intended to distract from the, uh, main attraction. Carry on.]]