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The warm, golden rays of the sun flooded the suite Dimitri slept in, pouring in through the dark blue curtains half-covering the sliding glass doors that opened up to a scenic balcony. Dimitri breathed in deeply as he started returning to the conscious world, mentally cursing the bright-ass light that effectively awoken him. His eyes lazily fluttered open, noticing the blond receptionist from the hospital beside him, but not quite capable of recalling how he scored her the night before. Dimitri let out a yawn as he sat up, scouring the room for what little he could have taken off. It was always easier to slide out silently. Slipping out of bed and recovering every article of clothing and personal belonging he had, it slowly occurred to Dimitri that most of his night was a blur. He pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought, attempting to recall just what drugs he might have taken, but to his admittedly limited memory, he only recalled ecstasy and a few drinks. He should have been able to recall most of his night, especially how he ended up with a receptionist from work. He made an active effort to avoid his coworkers to keep up the image he was trying to build with his family. Nailing one now seemed counterproductive.
With the night still a haze and having collected his clothing, Dimitri darted out of the suite and out of the hotel. He traveled light, so he was sure he had everything he left or tore off at one point. Now came the next realization: Dimitri had no idea where he was. Not only was the night a blur to him, but he wasn't even sure of what city he ended up in. Not like this never happened before, but the night seemed so relatively mundane to Dimitri that his current situation befuddled him. Dimitri unlocked the door to his Rolls-Royce Phantom, sliding in the drivers seat and looking around in an attempt to recall if there was anything that could spark his memory. And, unfortunately for him, there was nothing. At the very least, he started his car and turned on his dash-centered GPS. He could, at the very least and with relative ease, figure out just where he was. After a few moments, the entire system booted up. Never a fan of the voice activation system, unless he was driving, Dimitri fiddled with the buttons below the screen, ultimately reading the display (which was in the place of the standard Rolls-Royce mechanical clock) to see he was in a city he hadn't even heard of: Angel Grove.
Dimitri sighed, still having no idea how he got here. If he had taken something or overindulged in his favorite sins, normally he made sure he was with at least two people he trusted. Whether he was having fun or not, he made sure there was always a contingency to keep him in line. If he got himself so fucked up he blacked out, it would have been outside his normal safety net, and that wasn't an idea Dimitri liked to lend credit to. After considerable thought, Dimitri popped open the black, leather cover of his center console and slid his hand in, looking for his pack of cigarettes. What he found was foreign. From his console, Dimitri pulled out a short, red crystal, only slightly thicker than one of the cigarettes he was looking for to begin with. After a moment of examination, some of the memories from his night began to hit him.
He was out clubbing after he town-hopped with a buddy.
He met the blond he slept with there, but avoided her at first.
He danced, drank and even popped some X, and this is where things were fuzzy.
As the neon lights of the dance floor lit up around him, he felt drawn to a corner.
As if in a daze, already feeling great, he followed this feeling, into another room.
There it was, this same red crystal. It was warm. It was his, he felt it.
No one else was around, no one would see him take it. So he did.
Dimitri took what was his, then snapped back into reality, still on the dance floor.
Now with the blond grinding on him, his new crystal in hand and his body demanding her.
He ditched the club and took her to Angel Grove, feeling the same as he did one the dance floor.
Every single thing that happened was a basic, primal instinct, and Dimitri felt it in his hand.
"What the fuck," he said aloud. Although it all felt natural, that didn't make it less astonishing to Dimitri. As a matter of fact, there was something even more bewildering to him. Dimitri felt a similar urge while he held this crystal, but this time, he was sober for it. He turned off his GPS, as if listening intently to the crystal. After another moment of consideration, Dimitri thought,
"Fuck it," and took off in the direction the crystal beckoned him to. What little did he know is that the crystal had him en route to a certain pink Mustang GT heading straight for Angel Grove.[/padding]