CHAPTER 5: Bloodline
5.3 Outsiders: Outnumbered
“Hey who was that?” Ahote asked as Aoki approached him.
“Some Asshole trying to talk to me.” Aoki replied.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah I’m good I told him off.” She said with a grin. “ I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Is that so?” Ahote asked as he grabbed her by the hand and kissed her on the forehead. “Do you two want something to drink?”
“I do.” Kim replied.
Ahote led Aoki, Kim, and Dyami to the bar through the crowds of people. There were young and old people all around the club drinking and dancing. The line at the bar was long and the three bartenders seemed overwhelmed. Ahote could tell that his were getting restless waiting around for a drink.
“Why don’t you guys go out on the dance floor and I will wait for the drinks?” Ahote suggested.
“Are you sure?” Aoki asked.
“Yeah, Dyami take the girls to dance.” He replied.
“Okay.’ Dyami said.
Ahote watched as his friends went out onto the crowded dance floor. He watched as Dyami attempted to dance and he began to chuckle to himself. The line slowly began to move forward as more as more people piled into the club. Ahote was keeping one eye on the dance floor and one eye on the bar. The way Aoki moved to the rhythm of the music enticed him. He was beginning to like her even more and it made him nervous. He did not want to screw things up tonight; he wanted to make a good impression. I definitely need some liquid courage he thought as the line moved a little more.
Kim and Aoki were laughing and dancing when Ahote spotted the asshole from earlier moving towards them. He began to wonder if he should get out of line and go to her rescue but he decided that Dyami could handle it if things got out of hand. It was almost his turn to order and he had been in line for almost thirty minutes so he did not want to have to start this process all over again.
Ahote kept a close eye on Aoki as the mysterious boy walked up to her and grabbed her arm. The boy looked around about their age with blonde hair and seemed to be alone. The boy pulled Aoki close to him and wrapped his arms around her tight restricting her movements. Aoki squirmed and twisted trying to fight him off. Ahote could feel himself getting angry as he got out of line and began to push his way through the club to the dance floor. He could feel himself beginning to shift and he fought to suppress the urge. Before Ahote could reach Aoki, Dyami stepped in and pushed the boy to the ground. Then out of nowhere five more Caucasian boys surrounded them. They were looking for a fight. Little did they know they had found the right ones.
Dyami laughed, “ This isn’t what you want white boy.”
The boy got up from the ground and grinned. “As you can see you are outnumbered.” He said.
“You might want to look again.’ Ahote said as he stepped up and stood next to Dyami.