the club was heaving. the music drowned out any hope of meaningful conversation and the bartender dealt out a seemingly never-ending stream of alcohol. his twin brother disappeared from his side almost as soon as they had entered. jude didn’t mind. this wasn’t unsual. zion always had his own plans in mind and sometimes they didn’t include jude.
he’d found himself a cozy spot by the bar. he was happy to sit back, have a drink and observe. he was still getting used to this life. he wasn’t like zion. his twin found it so easy to blend in and pick up new cues. jude struggled.
life in the cult was predictable. there were rules and he knew all of them. this whole new world came with a whole new set of rules. whole encyclopaedias of them - or so it seemed.
he was happy in the background. he observed the dancing, mentally rated how much he liked the music and even began taking an inventory of the people who kept appearing at the bar again and again.
what a night.
