Black Hurricane

My skin was itching faintly under the leather.I used to love leather as a material, but now it just makes me uncomfortable.What's even more annoying is the pair of black high heels I'm stepping on.Benji put on the high heels and immediately walked on the ground, but me, Jesse and Terry were laughing hard while struggling to maintain balance and take two steps.The shoes are too tight and my feet are swollen from walking on hard sidewalks.I walked tremblingly towards the "Crash" bar. No one was secretly taking pictures next to me. It is estimated that the paparazzi have lost interest in me.

Hardcore electronic dance music blares from the bar as we walk up to Stan the doorman, who is checking the IDs of a bunch of high school kids.

"Whoa, that's fine you guys," he said with a wink at us.

"Thanks, Stan," said Eric the Fallen, with the black wings tucked under his arm. "Why don't you dress up too?"

"This is how I dress," Stan says as he dismisses the kids.

"Oh. I thought you always dressed in this four-letter style."

"Hehe, you're so funny." Stan unchained the door and let us file into the small foyer.

"My God, did you see those 'sailors' over there?" Benji called.

"See, it's been dressed like a million times," Eric replied, asking us to help him strip him and Alex of their coats and put them on a pair of big, soft ones. black wings. "To tell you the truth, if you add up the number of people dressed as sailors every year, you can form a complete naval team."

"Didn't you go home and sleep with a 'sailor' last year?" Kal-El asked me, dressed as Green Lantern and with his long hair dyed brown.

I tried to think back, and it felt like it was years ago, and all those nights at The Clash seemed to melt into one night, even with everyone wearing the same clothes.Most of my days and nights seemed to melt into one too, and it was hard for me to remember exactly what I had done.One of the few days I remember clearly and in detail is the one with Dean.

"Don't ask," said Rick, who put a hand on my shoulder, dressed as "Worrie"—red striped hat, black-rimmed glasses. "He has dated so many men, how could he remember?"

Note ①: The protagonist of the cartoon "Smart Wally" broadcast by the Little Dragon Club.

"I thank you bro." I giggled and poked him in the ribs.

Kal-El played with my hair and gave me a wink.It took him a long time to do each of our hair.My hair was blown bouncy so I slapped his hands away.He smiled and helped me take off my coat.The coolness hit me, and I couldn't help shivering all over.I'm wearing a pair of very tight leather pants to accentuate my buttocks, but my back, torso and chest are bare, the only thing that counts as clothing is the sleeves, which cover the top of the chest from the shoulders Part of it—hey, I'm a Ukrainian flamboyant.

Adam, who seemed perfectly at home as Clark Kent, led our group through the crowded foyer and into the bar.

Note ②: Superman's mortal status.

Music blared from huge speakers, and people in brightly colored costumes writhed on the dance floor.Kal-El and Rick headed straight to the bar while Adam, Jace and Alex went to our usual booth.Me, Terry, Benji, and Eric stood by the railing, looking down.My friends were pointing and chatting about those people's outfits, but I just wasn't there.

"I'm going to sit down," I said to Terry after a while.Normally, I'd just run right into the crowd wriggling my hips.Instead I went straight to the bar, squeezed in between Rick and a skinny guy dressed like a giant red MM bean, and ordered five beers.

"Dude," Rick said, he already had a pile of beer bottles in front of him, "Are you going to waste the night like this?"

I didn't answer, just put my head back and drank half a bottle of beer.

"Okay," he said with a smile. "Let's find a place to sit."

I followed him to our usual table, between Kal-El and Terry.After pouring two bottles of beer down my stomach, it feels less awkward to just sit and look around.A group of girls passed by our table (wrong bar, girls) giggling and judging us, and a few guys in brightly dressed men headed for the dance floor.The colored light is refracted by the rhinestones glued to their bodies, they cling to each other, and finally kiss.There are all kinds of clothes, but the most popular looks seem to be sailors, scouts, cowboys, angels, vampires and superheroes.Some of the more unusual costumes include: a limping one-armed zombie, a male ballet dancer in a pink dress, C-3PO - the golden droid from Star Wars - and is that a robot or something?A tall man with a face painted green, he wore heavy black leather pants, boots, and a long coat, his white locks of hair hanging in front of his strong shoulders and broad chest.

"What the hell!" Kal-El yelled when he saw the strange "phantom", his fingernails dug into my thigh. "That's a 'Phantom family.'"

"What is it?"

"The Phantoms, from Stargate: Atlantis. Don't you remember?"

I'm trying to search my memory for all the sci-fi movies he's shown me over the years. "Is it the one with the pyramids?"

"No, it was another one, and they went through a portal and ended up in Atlantis. Then they found out they couldn't go back."

I think I remember which one he was talking about.

"I've got to go over there and say hello," he muttered, before grabbing my hand and pulling me up without asking.Before we got there, we stopped halfway.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Seeing a small group of "Phantom Clan" walk in, Kal-El couldn't speak.Some of these "phantoms" have blue faces and others have mint green faces.They must have been getting ready for styling at dawn, because their faces were not recognizable at all with layers of makeup and bumps glued on.The "skin" between their foreheads and noses is piled in an hourglass shape, and there are "scars" on their cheeks, and some "phantoms" have tribal patterns around their eyes.

Kal-El has a big mouth, and I'm worried he's going to have a convulsion later.

"Do you want to go up and say hello?" Seeing that he was motionless, I leaned into his ear and asked.The first big "Phantom" who appeared to be the "leader" of the group saw us, his predatory yellow eyes fixed on us.This group of "Phantoms" seems to have a common mind, and they are now staring at us in unison.It was kind of weird, especially when they came towards us after forming a certain formation.

"Hello," the leader said.

I had to crane my neck because he was at least a head and a half taller than me.Not all of them were this tall, some were even skinny and short, and they all wore various leather bodysuits.

"H-Hello," Kal-El stammered.

Two "phantoms" stepped forward, came up to us, and pressed their palms to our chests.I first looked at the "phantom" touching me, and then at the "phantom" touching Kal-El. Kal-El trembled visibly and closed his eyes.His "Green Lantern" suit couldn't hide his lower body looking up excitedly.The ceremony obviously meant a lot to him, but I don't remember exactly what it was on TV, so I don't know exactly what that meant.

The touch didn't have the same effect on me as it did on Kal-El.The Phantom with its hand on my chest was also looking at Kal-El.I tilted my head and looked at him.Instead of long white dreadlocks, he has straight, waist-length white hair and a thin goatee on his chin.When he looked up to meet mine, I saw that his eyes were the same yellow as the leader's.His fingers are dressed up, with long nails, and are the same mint green as his face.He took his hand away from my chest and took mine.Is this seducing me?

Kal-El's "Phantom" took him away, and my "Phantom" did the same.I gave Kal-El a puzzled look.

"I guess they want to dance," he yelled.

I literally stopped the car with my heel. "I couldn't even walk in high heels, let alone dance."

"Well, then you shouldn't have listened to Terry's tricks in the first place," said the traitor Kal-El, and slipped onto the dance floor with his phantom.My Phantom followed the leader and another tall Phantom to a booth in the back corner, where the music was a little less loud.

Another 'phantom' came with a load of alcohol and placed a glass of clear drink in a tall wine glass in front of my 'phantom'.

The big and strong leader pointed at the large pile of drinks, signaling for me to choose myself.

"Your friend is a Stargate fan, isn't he?"

"Yeah," I said with a smile, picking out a few wines in interesting-looking bottles. "You could say that." The alcohol burned my throat, and I put my glass down on the table and coughed.

Kal-El is making out on the dance floor with his Phantom, and Red MM Bean is desperate to join in.I also saw Eric and Alex sticking together like two angels with big black wings.Look carefully, you can see Rick in "Worry" costume and Benji "Ukrainian Boy" dancing close together, I think I also saw "Clark Kent" and "Jessie" Terry, a hot and handsome guy who dances, is in the way.I suddenly realized that I was so, so alone, and my heart sank.There is no Dean here, and there is no substitute for Dean. I can't even calm down and take another look at other men.

I drank another bottle, and another, and before I knew it, I'd downed too much and the phantom that was "me" started pushing it out of my reach.But at that time, I was completely out of my mind.All thoughts of Dean mixed together and slowly faded out of my head.My "phantom" seemed inarticulate, his only means of communicating was nodding, smiling, or shaking his head.Others chatted about who knows what the hell, and I mostly just laughed and said nothing, and sometimes just let it go.

Kal-El and his "Phantom" found our table, and the leader stood up and seated my friend next to me.

"You're green," I mumbled, looking at Kal-El.

"You're drunk," Kal-El replied, ruffling my hair. "I'm 'Green Lantern', you forgot?"

"No," I said, trying to point to the mint green makeup paint around his lips, a patch of which was missing from his Phantom's face.Instead of pointing in the right direction, I just poked Kal-El's hair a few times.They were making out...and I had no one to make out.

I gave up trying to break him, but leaned over the table to reach for the wine glass, and drank it in one gulp before being stopped.The taste of peach schnapps filled my mouth instantly, and three things popped into my head: a gift basket full of peaches, peach cider, and the song "I Can't Take More Peaches" .

I stared at the empty wine glass, a tear fell silently on the back of my hand.I will never see him again, never touch him again, never kiss him again.I don't care if he really cheated on me - I screwed up.Although I made a promise before, when encountering things, he always treats him as the party who did the wrong thing. I always draw the worst conclusion without thinking about it, and then consider myself a victim.dean.No more Dean...

"Hey bro, what's up?" Kal-El asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I can't answer.I just leaned against his chest and started crying.He hugged me, and the memories flooded through the dam: kissing Dean for the first time in a hotel after so many years; Dean telling me about his secret difficult experience in the dark attic; the passion in his eyes during the music video; the emotion that poured out every time we kissed and touched; the last time I was with him and left him , the painful sound he made... Maybe he used me, but he really loved me.

"Be good," Kal-El reassured me, stroked my hair, and held me in his arms.

"Sorry," I said, sobbing, as I watched the "Phantoms" on Kal-El's side scurry away, including the one making out with Kal-El.

"Stop saying that."

"I don't want to cry so badly at all."

"Cry to your heart's content. I said that the day you started dating that scumbag, I will clean up the mess for you when you are sad. Isn't that what I am doing now?"

"So, so you're saying 'serve it' your way?" I sobbed like a hiccup.

"I didn't say that," Kal-El feigned anger.

"Okay," I laughed with tears in my eyes, and then cried again after laughing.

"Let's go home, shall we?"

"No," I protested, trying to get out of his arms, but when I looked up, my eyes were spinning. "Go and have sex with that alien man."

"We've done it in the toilet. His face is green, but his ass is white."

I burst out laughing with tears all over my face.

"I'll get your coat, okay? Can you keep an eye on him?" he asked the Phantom who hadn't moved away—the Phantom standing next to me—my Phantom.

The Phantom nodded with its head down, and Kal-El turned to get his coat.

I curled up, put my elbows on my knees, rubbed the bridge of my nose, and another wave of tears rolled out. Phantom put his arms around me, and I looked up at him to see tears running down his disguised face.Not only was he shy and silent, but he was also very sentimental.

"Sorry, man," I sobbed. "It's just that I, I fell in love with someone, and he broke my heart, but..." I stretched out my hand to wipe my tears. "He's not suitable for me and has been using me, but..."

"I'm sorry," murmured Phantom, unable to speak, so I looked at his face for a while.Beneath the tears was white skin, and her lips were tightly pressed and then loosened.His lips were very Dean's, and I found myself getting closer and finally putting my own on his.The other's body twitched a bit, but he kissed me back and continued to kiss me.My tongue brushed against his tightly closed lips, and he opened his mouth to let me slide my tongue in.Then I sat on his lap and continued to kiss him, intoxicated by the feeling of him touching my bare back, the breath on the tip of his tongue, and the deep emotion in the kiss.He felt like Dean.He really looks like Dean, I murmured his name several times: "Dean..."

We tasted each other's lips until a strong hand grabbed my bicep and pulled me out of the man's arms.

"Hey! I asked you to look after him, not to take advantage of him."

Now, the green paint on the man's lips is gone, and I think it must have rubbed on my face.

"Come on, Jace. Let's go."

I stumbled in my high heels trying to keep up with him, and he bent down and took me in his arms.I turned my head to look at the "phantasm," and a strange feeling crept inside me: Why did Kal-El take me away from him?I don't want to leave him.

The "phantom" watched us go, then gestured and whispered something to the big, burly leader.The leader walked towards the back door, and my phantom stood up and walked straight in the direction Kal-El led me from—the exit.

Kal-El put me at the door and helped me into my coat.He pinned me against the wall and wiped my green mouth with his sleeve.

"I'll get the car over here. You stay here, okay?" His green colored eyes were fixed on me. "Stay here."

I nodded, closed my eyes, and he walked away.I feel so tired and the alcohol is spinning my head.At some point, he picked me up and put me in the car, I closed my eyes and let him fiddle with him, he buckled me up and drove away.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the back of a limo, not at all in Karl Al's battered Toyota.Sitting next to me is "Phantom", he looks at me quietly.What about Kal-El?is he driving

"Hey," I said to Phantom, trying to smile as I remembered his warm kiss.

"Hey," he answered me, his voice deep and magnetic, sounding very familiar.

"Hmm..." I murmured, closing my eyes again.It's hard to stay awake.He's here obviously trying to get a kick out of me.Otherwise, why did he take me home?He's not Dean, but...

"You can fuck me," I murmured. "You can do whatever you like. I really want to... just for a while..." Gradually, I fell asleep in a daze.