Life: Altered 03.37 ~*~ Release

Dana and Shane walked into Twilight ,
Shane was in a suit, very tight fitting, the jacket and pants a dark crimson
that shimmered from the sleek material, the shirt was so white it seemed to
blaze on the purple lights of the oversized dance club.  She wore a slim red leather tie that matched Dana‘s outfit. 

Dana was dressed in a skimpy leather outfit,
also in a deep red.  She wore ***** boots,
that went right over her knees, total Mistress Apparel, the top was right out of
the Elektra movie, Dana had spared no expense.  Even if Shane couldn’t see her, she knew what she
looked like in the suit, *****, personified. 
She reached out, touching Shane‘s hand, and Shane smiled. 
The hot touch of a lover, her lover. 
Her Dana. 

“Elektra, where are our friends?”  Shane asked in a deep voice and she snapped
the cane open, letting it tap the dance floor and Dana put her arm out, letting Shane take it. 
They melded together as Shane put her head next to Dana‘s head, her nose nuzzling into Dana‘s cheek. 
Smelling the sweet jasmine that was at Dana‘s neck and Shane kissed her cheek ever so gently. 

“Well Matt….” 
Dana giggled and Shane pushed the ruby red glasses up and
winked at Dana, making her giggle that much harder. 
“They are at the other end of the place, so we are going to have to
weave our way through…”

“Allow me…”  Shane said with confidence, she’d put it into
her head that her vision flash was really just a memory of some sort.  She hadn’t seen Dana, it was wishful thinking.  Dana let her lead, making her way flawlessly to the back
table, the fund raiser in full swing in the background.  Everyone in some sort of costume, a lot of
dancing, and a lot of heat rising from the dance floor. 

“OH MY GAWD!  It’s Dana ***** Fairbanks!” 
Alice yelled, jumping over the table and
grabbing Dana in a hug, and then she stepped back.  Holding her shoulders, taking in the hot
look, stammering a bit then coming up with a witty comeback as always. 

“You the Mistress of Pain
tonight?”  She asked and Quin snorted
from the table, Daisy narrowed her eyes and Quin was dressed in a set of green
scrubs.  A stethoscope hung from her
neck, and she wrinkled her nose as Daisy. 
Quin was half-drunk and it showed. 
Cassandra watched the exchange; Daisy seemed at ease with Quin and this
whole gang of women.  Cassandra smiled
and Tina moved her hand to hers, wrapping her
fingers around Cassandra’s, and squeezing lightly.