Chick Magnet Punk

After the next concert, Iris and Eva had decided to go to a local gay club; usually the women there fetishized students enough that it could replace the poor treatment they were otherwise inured to, and on the likely chance they found a straight person then they could scare them away.

"Jeez, look at her." Eva nudged Iris and her eyes pointed to a dancing woman. "What an ass on her. Hey, I'll try with her first, and if she doesn't want to fuck me, maybe she'll want you."

Iris nodded as Eva went off, though she felt a little unusual. Had not Eva been looked at by men like this before and should know better? Most likely she had. But experience leaves ghosts that summons many feelings, rarely any of what we might call recognition.

She watched Eva for some time, and eventually she danced with the woman, so perhaps things were well. Her eye was pulled over by an older woman sitting at the bar alone, who Iris decided to approach.

"Hi, my name's Iris. Feel free to tell me off if I'm bothering you, but would it be alright if I sat here?"

"Oh, you're not bothering me at all." She smiled and pat the seat beside her. "Sit down. I'm Jane. I don't think I've seen you around before?"

"Oh, no, I'm not from around here." Iris sat down beside. "I'm just in town for a few nights travelling for work."

"Ooo. What do you do? Wait, no, let me guess. You're young, butch... you don't work in construction, do you?"

"No, but I've worked with my hands before."

"Military?"

"Nope."

Jane pouted. "Okay, I give up."

"I'm a Urasaria student. But I used to work as a mechanic before. Always preferred a bit of manual labor, working with my hands."

She giggled. "Yeah, I can tell." She touched Iris's muscular arms, and Iris was reminded of the attention her mentor had received. In small bursts it was good. "Are you single?"

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"You work out?"

Iris flexed her right arm against her fingers. "I do."

"Wow. So, would you be able to pick up a car or something?"

"I'd prefer to pick up you."

Jane giggled. "Soooo, you're a student, a Urasaria student... what brings you out here?"

"I'm out here for a few days doing security work for a celebrity."

"Oooo, can you tell me who?"

"They just had a concert about an hour ago." Iris grinned. "But I'm sure they wouldn't want me saying anymore than that."

"It's not Lana Del Ray, is it? I love her music."

"Nope, not her."

"Regina Spektor?"

"A little lower in fame."

Jane pouted. "And there's nothing I can do to get you to tell me?"

"I've been known to have my weaknesses." She tentatively wrapped her arm around Jane, who smiled and leaned further in.

"Hey, can I get two margaritas for me and her?"

"I don't drink." interjected Iris.

"Okay, make one a Coke, then."

"Two alcoholics in my life was enough to make me never even try." muttered Iris.

"Aww, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Iris glanced up as the bartender put the cash away, then served them their drinks. "Watch this." she muttered to Jane. The cash reappeared where it had been mid-exchange; Iris swiped it before they would notice.

Jane grinned. "Is that your Revenant?"

"One of my many talents." She handed it to Jane, who slowly, deliberately to Iris, placed it in her bra. Iris glanced down. "Should've told me so I could do it myself." She reverted it back and did it herself this time.

Jane looked a little put-out realizing it was the same cash, but smiled. "So, what rank are you?"

"Second-highest first-year."

"Not the highest?"

"No, but I used to date her."

"Lucky girl."

Needless to say, within the hour Iris was in this woman's bed. Again she had wielded her attractiveness and charm, something often kept separate from herself. As Jane kissed her Iris became aware of something vaguely sensual to it, and so with a slight movement she readjusted herself from it. Her thoughts were elsewhere as Jane kissed her neck and ran her fingers across Iris's abs, and she felt this the operation of a familiar carousel, as she rolled over on top of Jane and pinned her into the bed. But to her mind there was the image of her spider Kairos and its eyes, impervious to light and which no reflection could enter.