When Ben finished twitch-dancing on the ground, he fell into his final pose, with both his arms hugging his body…
Sweating as he gazed at the bouncer, Ben only hoped he wouldn't get kicked out of the club now, which was the whole point of his impromptu performance.
It was too weird that he was so far from the bathroom and lying on the floor randomly. He needed a reason and this is all he could come up with—pretending the music got the better of him...
"What the hell is that?" The bouncer approached him with narrowed eyes.
'Looks like I'll have to punch my way out after all...' Ben sighed but tried for a final Hail Mary. "The music took hold of my body man..."
Shaking his head, the bouncer stared at him. "No, I meant that last move. What's it called?"
…
Ben squinted. "Huggies for heroes…"
Nodding, the bouncer's face softened. "Good name. I used to be known for some moves myself." He sighed as he gazed into the distance... "But then I got old and gave up on those childish dreams. They didn't pay the bills, and the world wasn't ready for Bboy Leeroy's Turkey Twizzler."
...
The big man was silent for a long time. "Sometimes I wish that… Years ago, they tried ta'…"
He kept stopping mid-sentence though, and soon released helpless laughter. "Don't give up on your dreams kid…"
Now, it was Ben's turn to show a strange expression. "Yea, anyway... I've gotta go. Thanks for letting me use the bathroom."
At the mention of that, the bouncer's mood improved as he smirked. "You're very welcome. Speaking of it, while you were in there, did you enjoy my present?"
Ben blinked. "What pres—"
Then, his face fell...as he put all the puzzle pieces together. The scenes of the evening flashed in his mind: the bouncer hiding a tiny smirk as he allowed him to go to the bathroom, the big guy pressuring him to enter the bathroom when he hesitated outside, and finally--someone slamming the bathroom door to trap him inside. They were all bathroom-related scenes...
Nonetheless, they made Ben discover something. He thought it was the waitress who slammed the door at the end, but now he understood--it was the big man! That also made him realize who the genuine mastermind of this entire situation was--the bouncer! He left the floater!
...
The puppetmaster whose puppets were all poo.
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The chessmaster who always played black.
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The sh*tter in the shadows.
...
'It was him all along!' Ben thought he was the plotter, manipulating the situation to get the fart bomb from the start, but didn't realize until now, that this whole time, he was the one tangled in a chocolate spider web!
...
Ben gnashed his teeth. 'This fiend's anus was nearly the source of my demise!'
Ben wanted to scream at him! Ask him why! Yet, the big man's grin told Ben everything he needed to know. It contained pain and madness, love and loss, joy and fury…
This was the bouncer's revenge on the world for not supporting his breakdancing career!
...
Leaving floaters in public restrooms!
…
Ben always wondered who was leaving them around the world and now he knew...him and people like him...
Angry, Ben had to hold back everything in his soul to not megaton punch this guy's d*ck off…
However, with a challenge still active, he knew there were more important things to handle now. So, he took the L like a man, and left while shaking his head in disgust...
When Ben passed by the big man, going on his way to return to the Fracking Crew who'd been waiting for him, the bouncer's chuckling died down at a slow pace... All that remained, was a frightening contradiction: a cold face, and blazing eyes. Glancing back at the restroom, he stoked the flames of revenge in his heart, burning himself from the inside...
His revenge against the world would be endless…
***
Meanwhile, a few minutes ago in the VIP section, 200 women were dancing as the 20 male ballers kept ordering more and more alcohol to their tables. They were in a position most men dreamed of; rich, handsome, and surrounded by beauties. It was the life.
Standing in the elevated section of the VIP, some of them glanced down at the main dancefloor and chuckled on occasion. The reason was...they were playing a little game.
Throughout the night, they watched and laughed, as peasants like Ben ran around below and hustled to talk to girls. During that struggle, these 20 guys sat back, danced, and had the staff deliver girls into their laps, and they found that difference...hilarious!
It made them feel powerful having weaker people nearby to compare to. As such, when girls danced on them, they made sure to enjoy the envious gazes of the plebeians below, which is also what prompted one of them to suggest the game.
It was simple. When they saw a guy below making progress with a woman, they would call a bouncer over to bring her upstairs. Seeing that man's face of loss and frustration when the girl ditched him…it was too funny! And this, is what happened to Ben's group...
It was a game they liked playing sometimes, a sandbox adventure, where they'd throw sand in guys' eyes while stealing their boxes...
However, like any game, no one could play forever. At this point, almost all the best-looking girls in the club were in their section, making a few of them regret it. Yet, this time, they didn't realize they'd thrown poison at a poison dragon, and Ben's motto was to fight poison…with literal poison…and he'd already sprayed it on them!
As the 20 guys were having a grand old time at the expense of everyone else below, out of nowhere, all the women in VIP froze like the music stopped...
They all ceased dancing, as their faces morphed into various expressions of horror!
Some turned pale, some held their mouths and noses closed, and some gagged. The one thing all the girls did have in common though, was they headed towards the exit!
It was the fart bomb! It turned the VIP into a dead zone!
The circumstances of the club were changing, which in the case of Ben's challenge, meant he now had a chance!
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