The Way He Moves [slow updates]

1.0- Upper West

[One Last Night - Vaults]

1.0- Upper West

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The metro tends to run busy on weekends.

All of the seats and handles were filled alike with lively old couples, grumpy teenagers and whiny children grasping hold of their tired parents.

The roll of the cars along the tracks is known for being incredibly bumpy and the little maintaned upkeep inside leaves the seats and metal handles lining the cars grimy and less than pleasurable for anyone knowing the luxury of owning a personal vehicle. For Dylan, however, the metro was his best bet if not walking.

He brushed a few strands of brunette hair out of his eyes as he checked the address on the rubbish cell phone screen again. It was situated just outside of the downtown district in an abandoned apartment complex that had never been renovated after a devastating fire.

Swaying to the movement of the rails, Dylan watched as the night sky enveloped their car like a patchwork quilt. The stars were barely visible above the tall high-rises and glowing skyscrapers. The roads below looked like dozens of strip lights and the fog easily mixed with the pollution to produce a murky effect within the thriving city.

"Upper West, Downtown District please approach the car doors. Please wait until the car has come to a complete stop before disembarking. Enjoy your evening and we hope to see you again."

Dylan stepped onto the platform and pulled his hood further over his face before following the mob of city dwellers toward the end of the stairs down.

He paced quickly down the old stone streets passing expensive cars and townhouses before turning into an alley towards the neighborhood more popular with students of the local community college. It seemed like a complete switch with the aplenty of battered old Hondas and Ford trucks among trashed yards with yellowed grass, much of the paneled exterior from the old apartments faded with the lack of maintenance.

At the end of the street a house stood much older than the others looking less that welcoming. A small crowd of teens stood just outside the porch seeming to be speaking with hushed tones, hands fidgeting in their coat pockets. A drug exchange no doubt.

Dylan nodded towards their glaring orbs before hurrying to the front door. A young woman sat at a bench nearby and she watched him intently while letting out a huff of smoke from her cigarette. Her eyes were a vivid purple and seemed to own a unique fiery spark as they studied the boy standing at the door.

"You here for the party kid?"

Dylan nodded and turned to face her.

"My friend already got here and I'm just checking in on him."

She nodded with intelligence briefly flashing through her eyes. Her hair looked black as the night and it seemed to flow like a waterfall when she stood up. Her cigarette glowed as she took a final hit before snubbing it out between her fingers. Dylan repressed himself from letting out a shudder.

"Here, lemme walk you- I'm heading over anyway."

"It's not in the building?"

The girl laughed loudly and snorted before taking her leave down the porch steps.

"In there honey? Even poor kids have got some pride y'know."

Dylan hummed but still didn't catch on to what she was saying.

"The real party? It's downstairs."

The corner of her lips quirked up and she gestured for Dylan to follow as she circled around the dingy lawn. With some regret, he followed the mysterious girl and found himself at the back of the house where a pair of cellar doors were propped open showing a dark staircase below.

"I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me. The names' Lacy."

Dylan clasped the girl's outstretched hand in a firm shake and found her masculine grip quite alluring.

"Dylan. Not nearly as interesting a name as yours."

She smirked at his suggesting tone and once again gestured for him to follow her into the dark where he was beginning to pick up on some deep bass.

"I know your name Dylan. I'd be surprised if anybody doesn't know your name after tonight."

"What-?"

Before he could question the discomforting Lacy, he was brought into a dark stairwell that led to an ominous black door. The music was no doubt blasting within the apparent sound proof walls.

"They've never been caught in here. A pretty nice find if I do say so myself, huh?"

Dylan nodded, dark brown hair almost shimmering under the moonlight creeping through the entrance to the stairs.

Without hesitation, Lacy pushed open the door to reveal a basement filled with teens from the Upper West and downtown alike. The room spanned for no more than one would expect from an ordinary basement but the capacity it held surprised Dylan all the same.

And it was true the rave was more than he had ever seen. Crowds of partygoers moved in a constantly moving flow from group to group, some congregating near the beer pong setup or worn pool table while others were keen to the keg stand or the strobe lights flashing from the makeshift DJ stand in the back. A variety of cheap beer and expensive liquor littered the long table in the near corner. Beaten couches and love seats lined the rest of the peeling walls, some owning heated conversations or debates while others held lovers marking their sanctuary.

Dylan wasn't bad looking, in fact he was quite the opposite. So when he entered it was natural that his presence attracted a few dozen glances. Usually the looks would stop there, a hottie sure, but what kept other's eyes on him was his gait. It was the way he held himself and how he seemed to surprise whoever bothered to take a second look at Dylan's surprisingly graceful stance.

However, one particular set of eyes caught his attention. Flashing black, maybe with a hint of red? Dylan blinked and tried to make out the view with better clarity. But the look was gone and he didn't see the dark eyes anywhere near him.

It didn't take Dylan long to find his best friend talking animately with a growing group of giggling girls ogling over his ripped biceps as he threw a feathered dart straight into the center ring of a black board. Staring down his friend, it was a stroke of luck when Brendon glanced over towards Dylan. Without hesitation the latter excused himself from the girls and made his way through the crowd towards the awaiting Dylan.

"Yo Dyl, I knew you'd make it buddy!"

Before he could reply, Brendon's arm enclosed around Dylan in a close hug. He smelled strongly of lime tequila and weed.

"Dude, get off you're heavy."

Brendon was giggling like a school girl and Dylan wasn't having it.

"Jesus bro how drunk are you?"

The accused leaned further into his friend and whispered quietly into his ear, "Enough to fuck anything that moves, ha!"

"Brendon! Get your shit together man!"