Stazz was walking the stone streets. His red hodie under his denim jacket was pulled up and hid his pale face. His walk was rugged and slow. He dragged his feet. With each step his converses was getting wet by the puddles he stepped in. He hated the rain, hated the night but he was on a mission, so he endured.
You see; Stazz lacked something everyone somehow found natural. Some are good with their hands , bodies, words, voice or some weird habit but Stazz did not had the inherint talent. He was not good with words, couldnt sing nor he could dance. God had forsaken Stazz from his mating call.
Each friday and saturday, he left his gloomy den and ventured forth to the night life of never sleeping castle.
Today he was supposed to meet with his mates joana and Swine. He hated the music of the underground. He hayed the dim rooms smelling vomit and cigarettes and he hated people who found navigating the night easy. Still he had to try, and find his own call. So he endured and continued his walk. Each dim yellow street light he passed he was feeling the regret of coming out. It was going to be just a repetition of other days. Booze filled depression under the flashing lights of a techno hub.
He dispersed the thoughts and came to a stop infront of a dimly lit sign, written "Euphoria". Under the sign stairs went down, towards the bottom of an old building. Stairs were swallowed by the darkness. Two giants with mean looks stand guard infront of the stairs.
Stazz took out his cellphone and texted to both Swine and Joana. He sighed and took out a tenner from his pocket , gave it to left giant. He swiped his coat from his wriat and giant stamped a black ink insignia.
Stazz fixed his hoddie and started to walk down to wards the darkness that engulfed the stairs. As his feet fell from the last step, he took a deep breath and pushed the panic bar of the door.
Long , heavy dark red curtains were infront of him. He strugled through them and as he aproached to the entrance he was able to feel the roar of a giant beast in the booming sound of blaring bass. His eyes were trying to adept to dark, sudden flashes of light was not easy on his eyes. He scanned the room, trying to find somwthing familiar to not get lost in the synthetic breeding ground.
Between people he saw the Swine's red hair and swiflty approached him. He touched his shoulder, shook hands and was left alone again as Swine and Joana moved to the dance floor.
Stazz turned to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. Holding his drink he moved towards a corner. Laid his back on to the wall and just gazed upon the people. People grinding and making out. Each action belonged to a certain ceremony for getting laid. Stazz felt like watching a documentary on peoples mating behaviour. It was a sci-fi horror show; people gathering in dimly lit rooms with electrical noise connected by wires and vibrating until they find the one with same hertZ as themselves.
Stazz looked at the glass in his hand. Hours had passed and glasses were changed a lot. He was drunk. But instead of glamour or enjoyment he felt frustrated. He wanted to be able to find his mate just like others found theirs. Drunk and pissed , he decided to leave the club. As he moved towards the exit a gentle hand stopped him by holding his chest. His gaze went from the hand to its owner . In a rapid movement hand pushed a card to his hand and a whisper followed. "Looks like you need this.." whisper went silent and the hand nor the owner were any where to be seen. Stazz left the darkness with a mild intetest and looked at the card under the shallow , yellow street lights.
" Find your Call"
Under the writing a QR code was pasted with silver linening.