Easy

Kristy and me were dancing in each other's heads. Sure, we're gonna
hit it again down Horizon, see if the sexy bit comes on. It's cool
anyway, the majorly maddest most ultimate. We left after the last tune
as usual; had an hour-or-so's wink in an alcove, which was a first for
us in there. We're close-girls as ever, closer; I think that's what it
does. It makes me glad I've got a mate like Kristy. You know you've got
a mate when you can let them in your head, no reservations

Sometimes I think that the thing I live for is the moment when the
doors swing open, and it all hits you something beautiful. The
Horizon's the ultimate of all the clubs, from your ears, to your eyes,
to your nose, to your mouth, and everywhere else.

Music first, obviously; it slips beneath the door, walks the street
like an invisible giant. The smell gets you pretty major; they pump
pheromones through the air-con at Horizon to make it that extra bit
sexier.

Those are the things that you can be certain of; your eyes don't tell
you a thing there. Some of the dancers are projections and the regulars
know not sit on the chaise-lounge in the corner. You can always spot
the tourists, falling on their arses when they try to sit down. You'd
think everyone would know about it by now, but then it wouldn't be any
fun. We can be a pretty immature lot around here sometimes; that's
another reason I like it.

The other night my eyes were caught most of all by the massive jars of
Easy by the bar, little orange pills looking for all the world like
kiddie sweets, which is what some of the retro-heads say they are. An
Easy is good enough for me, club-legal, reliable; only one per
membership card when you slip it in the little slot in the bottom of
the jar. Kristy and me took our dose and skipped across to the bar,
where this bored-looking girl with the silkiest of little chains
threaded through the skin on the left side of her face got us a pair of
Ice-Bs from the freezer. Those little cubes are the ultimate as well;
The Horizon was the first place to sell them. Kristy and me are
experienced Ice-B drinkers; we crushed the ice-cubes in our mouths
double-quick and gulped down the sizzling green Breaker spirit inside
them at the same time. Any delay, and you're headed for a scalded
tongue, and no kissing all night (I know, I've been there), but time it
right and you've got fire and ice right together in your head.

We sat in a plushy little alcove, and picked out boy-specimens that we
liked. Of course all those really ultimate boys were queer-as-you-like,
but hey, we can look, right?
'I was thinking?' started Kristy.
'What you thinking, Kris?'
'I was thinking of getting a little chain like that bar girl.'
'Go for it, you'll look ulty!'
'Hey, hey!' she shrieked all sudden, tugging at my arm, 'I gotta go get
that boy! Race you! First one there gets to pinch his arse!'
She can be kind of desperate sometimes, but that makes me laugh. We
shoved through the crowd and lost him one the floor, but the Easy was
kicking in something lovely, so we chased the music instead.

Back in the alcove a bit later, this guy came up; not a pretty sight
in the face but all well got-up, and with a marketing man's
smile.
'Neuros, petals,' he said, leaning in close, 'Highly recommended. I'm
sure ladies like you must be clued on them.'
'Neuros, shit!' Kristy whispered-like at me.
'I only sell the best to the best, ladies.'
'How much?' she went and blurted out.
'Fifty for a bottle for the both of you. A good deal.'
We looked at each other; Neuros, so new that there hadn't even been a
scare story in the Tabs yet. What worried us more was the talk of
market-men who swiped your card, and it wasn't till a month later that
your credit bill told you that you'd been double-charged. Try
complaining to the authorities about that!
'Have faith, petals. No need to pay until you've felt them work. How
about it?'
He handed us a plastic card, smart-like, with lit-up letters.
'My number, ladies. Any credit-faults, I guarantee to straighten them;
how about it?'
Maybe it was the Easy, but we trusted him, so we took him up on the
offer.
The took this tiny bottle from his bag; two little tubes led out the
top, and it was rubber-wrapped to get by the chemical tracers at the
door. We felt a bit stupid about not even knowing how you took a hit of
Neuro, but the guy explained right careful.

He tore the two tabs off the end of the little tubes.
'Now, petals,' he said, 'each of you put a tube in your mouth, and
close your lips tight; then you twist the bottle and breathe in 'til
it's all gone. Don't worry, you'll get an even dose, no aftertaste,
neither.'
So we did it. The vapour was gross; like ammonia or something, but it
vanished in a second.

The guy slid back into the club, and we were left staring at
each-other, expecting, expecting, but we didn't know what. We sneezed
simultaneously and laughed, our noses were itching something crazy. I
wondered if Kristy was getting this twitchy feeling behind her forehead
too.
'Yeah,' she said, as if I'd spoken, 'I know what you mean.
Twitching.'
I felt eyes going mad-wide; Kristy told me later that I looked like my
head was gonna explode with amazement.
'Shit, shit?..oh God.' that was all I could say, and just burst out
laughing-crazy. I could feel her in my head, and I knew she could feel
me too, I mean, it was more than that, but how can you describe it? I'm
still all glowing from that moment just telling you.

Look, I'll try and say it. You know how speedy stuff is like being
deeply awake? Well this is like being totally, totally conscious. So
totally conscious that you're conscious of someone else. Then the
market guy turned up again, card-cruncher in hand, smooth smile on his
face.
'Well, petals,' he grinned, 'satisfaction, I presume.'
Kristy insisted on paying, and he swiped her card in his bootlegged
job.
'The best is yet to come. Explore, have fun, huh?' he said before
slipping off, tapping shoulders on the way.

So basically we explored; each other, everyone else. We hit on this
guy at the bar, saying the same things at the same time, trying to keep
a straight face. We didn't have to be linked up to him to know what he
was thinking. Eventually I think we freaked him out something major, so
he made some excuse and scrammed. The both of us were kind of freaked
too after that. I called Kristy Tanya, and she called me Kristy. It was
funny and nasty, the laughter was something fucked-up. Can you imagine
what it's like to be lost in your best girl's head? I mean, we thought
we knew everything about each other. You do Neuro, make sure you're
major private with your mates, that's my advice.

Now next is the craziest thing, the kind of best and worst bit, shit
no, it was the best! Right, we were dancing, getting on a bit of a
grind with these most grand boys, both having thoughts something dirty.
And it started with me, right, breathing went all like, you know!
'You dirty cow!' Kristy shrieks, right in my brain, 'Hey, I'm joining
you!'
We both let out an almighty racket . I think everyone thought that we
were just total Easy-happy, expressing our appreciation to Miss DJ
Luchie, but I'll tell you, we were happier than that.
'Shit, who's gonna need men?' I thought at Kristy.
'I am, baby-girl!' she came back, 'this is nice-nice though. And highly
convenient.'
That was the only time it hit us during the night. I haven't asked
around enough to see if it happens to everyone. Maybe we were just
lucky. It was a lucky night, that's how it felt. Come and join us, any
time; have a night something ultimate.
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I slipped out of the girls while they were sleeping. I knew they were
likely when they came in; clever old Mitchy-boy, I know them all, I
love them all. I'm their lover and they don't even know it, but they
appreciate it all the same. They used to guess at first, push me out,
but I'm better now. You won't even know I'm there, all the same I'm a
good lover. Come to Mitchy, night-girl, share the good times. I'll take
a trip in your head, petal, I'll take a trip in your head.