Party at Napoli's

"Have a drink," Misty said as she handed the bottle of absinthe to Mary.

Mary hesitantly stared at the bottle of green liquid before taking it. Throwing caution to the wind, she took a large swig. "Bitter," she said as did her best not to spit out the liquid.

Misty threw back her head and laughed. "Not as bitter as those two scrubs we left laying."

Mary took another long gulp from the bottle. "More like you left laying. I just picked the bones."

"Yeah, you do need to learn to take care of yourself. There's a lot of guys out there like those two," Misty said as she took a long drag from her cigarette. "You've got the right attitude you just need the tools necessary to assert it."

"Are you offering to be my sensei?" Mary said as she continued to drink from the bottle of absinthe.

Misty let out a long puff of smoke before she ground out her cigarette in the car ashtray. "I'm certain I could teach you lots of things."

Before Mary could inquire about what Misty had meant the ride came to a halt. As the roar of the car's engine died, Mary looked up to see what appeared to be an old dilapidated warehouse. "It doesn't look like much, but the best party in Atlanta is just on the other side of that door." Misty hastily exited the car and made her way toward the building never once checking to see if Mary was keeping pace.

The only door that Mary saw was old and battered. What paint there was cracked and notably faded. Christ what a dump. Where is the door handle? Mary thought as she looked where the doorknob should have been only to find a piece of plywood crudely nailed in its place.

Misty began to pound on the entrance zealously. Suddenly, a slot near the top of the door slid open. "Password," came a voice from inside the club.

"It's me! Now open up, or I swear to god I will kick the ever loving shit out of you!" Misty thundered in anger.

"Just trying to be funny," came the timid reply. The sound of locks hastily being undone started to fill the night air.

Complete shock overcame Mary's upon entering the club. The inside was diametrically opposed to the exterior. It was flush with expensive furniture sitting upon a lush carpet. The revelers were as wide and varied as the activities that they engaged. A crowd danced under the strobe lights as the DJ boomed out heart thumping dubstep music, others were in the corner gathered around a hookah pipe alternatively smoking from it and leaning back on the leather couch as giggles escaped their impassive visage, and some had given themselves over to the throes of passion. "My God," Mary exclaimed as she saw men and women of every combination were in all manners of sexual encounters. Mary had never seen two males decadently intertwined much less the orgies of men and women together where it became impossible where one wanton liaison began, and another ended.

"Come on. There will be time for that later if you are so inclined," Misty said as she grabbed Mary by the arm and started to drag the stunned girl away from the lascivious display.

Finally, Misty and Mary and reached their destination. A group of young men and women sitting around two card box. Mary noticed most of them were in some stage of undress, but all seemed to be laughing and having fun.

"Hey, Regan this game got space for two more?" Misty asked a slender bespeckled nerd who had apparently forfeited his shirt some time earlier.

"Sure but you're late. You and your friend will have to draw cards from stage three," The lean youth answered.

"Fuck you know that won't bother me," Misty said as motioned for the group to make room for Mary and her to have a seat.

As soon as Mary had sat down, Regan fixed his stare on her. "Welcome to the game mystery girl."

Mary blushed a bit when she realized she was staring intently back into Regan's ocean blue eyes. "I'm... You can call me Mary," she demurely stated.

"Well Mary," Regan replied as an impish grin crossed his face. "Welcome to the game. Now I do believe it is my turn. And I choose our new participant Mary. So Mary truth or dare."