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precipitated by Melanie spying
someone from across the room and waving an arm excitedly while
shouting a name. The tactic failed to achieve the desired result,
and Melanie quickly handed Michael her wine glass and proceeded to
jump up and down, waving both hands back and forth.
    As he watched Melanie jumping, Michael knew
he should be embarrassed, but all he could do was nod knowingly to
the people that passed by.
    Yep, she's with me , he thought and
smiled to the onlookers to make sure that fact was made clear to
them.
    "Come on," Melanie said, as she grabbed his
arm and pulled him through the crowd.
    Michael did his best to keep the wine stable
and follow at her quick pace. When he realized he was running
through a museum, being pulled along by a woman half his weight,
all while trying to keep wine from spilling, he had to smile yet
again.
    "Melanie!" came an answering cry as they
approached two women standing on the wide granite stairs that led
down to the lower levels.
    Michael couldn't help but judge the women
immediately; he didn't condemn them, but he did place them
socially. They both appeared to be younger than Melanie but not by
much. The one that had cried out looked like a girl from an Anime
movie. She was Caucasian, as was the other girl, and sported pink
and blue hair while wearing a dress that reminded Michael of Sailor
Moon; he had to shake his head when he realized that he understood
that reference well enough to make the connection.
    The second girl was a Goth. That was apparent
by her black clothes, black hair, black lipstick, and anything else
that could be black; her greeting when they approached fit the
appearance and personality as well.
    "Sup?" she asked him with a nod of her
head.
    The roles were now reversed, and it was
Michael's turn to become wide-eyed for a moment. Melanie fell into
quick conversation with the two girls, and Michael felt a bit like
a third wheel. The Anime girl eyed him and seemed to make a
judgment of her own. He felt uncomfortable and soon he felt
forgotten.
    Melanie eventually remembered him when the
Goth girl punched her on the shoulder and nodded at Michael.
    "Dude, who's your friend?" she asked.
    Melanie turned and remembered herself. She
smiled widely.
    "Oh, this is my personal Angel," she
said.
    Michael furrowed his brow and looked at her
as if to ask "Really?"
    "Oh, unclench," Melanie said. She then took
the time to offer his name to her friends.
    "Cool name," the Goth said. Michael had to
laugh, and then feeling a bit mischievous himself, he rearranged
the wine glasses and punched Melanie on the shoulder.
    "Ow, you big jerk. What'd you do that
for?"
    Michael chuckled. He hadn't punched Melanie
hard, and knew she was teasing him. He then nodded to the
women.
    "Who are your friends?" he asked.
    "Oh, that’s right. This is Amber and Dagger,"
she said.
    No clarification was needed. Michael knew
which one needed to be called Dagger. He nodded his head and
greeted the women warmly.
    Amber shook her head, "Seriously, Melanie,
how do you remember to get out of bed in the morning?"
    "I get hungry," Melanie replied without a
pause. "Oh, there's Derek. Come on, girl. You need to apologize to
him."
    Without another word, Melanie grabbed Dagger
and led her across the room, leaving Michael alone with Amber.
Michael watched his lover drag Dagger along much as she had dragged
him. Once again, he chuckled.
    When he turned his gaze back to Amber, she
was eyeing him hungrily. She had a drink of her own and took a sip
as she continued to scrutinize him; she spent a little too much
time looking at his groin.
    "How long have you known Melanie?" she
asked.
    Michael replied that he had only just met
her; Amber seemed to think about that comment and eyed him again,
continuing to judge him as she did.
    "You're cute," she said.
    "Well, I am an Angel," he stated.
    It was a stock reply of his, and one he had
used on numerous occasions with women. It always seemed to have the
same effect; this time