Even this late the party was in full swing. The smell of beer and sweat hung prominently in the air, and Dana was sweating profusely herself, and especially her face felt hot. A bit of fresh air was definitely called for. She made hasty excuses, and backed away from her group of friends, before wheeling her chair towards the wardrobe. She quickly picked through the jackets until she had located her own.
Dana made her way towards the rather steep ramp. With a few good pushes, she managed to get to the top. This place really needed a new one, Dana thought. She passed the bouncer, gave him a smile and a nod, and then left the club.
Dana welcomed the cool night air and the gentle breeze. A few people stood in front of the club, mostly grouped together, but Dana didn't recognise anyone and wheeled past them. When she'd gone far enough, she stretched her arms and fingers. From her jacket's pocket, Dana took a knitted hat and pulled it over her dark, curly hair. Phew. It had been a long night, and her shoulders hurt from all the pushing around, especially on the dance floors. Dana's heart was still racing, and she took a deep breath to calm herself a little. Her arms shook. She went through her pockets and produced a pack of cigarettes. She had long since given up on giving up. There would always be another situation that demanded one of these. She lit one and placed it between her lips.
As predictable as clockwork she felt her arms becoming calmer, and her heart-rate slowing down. That was an addict's brain for you, Dana thought grimly and blew a clumsy ring of smoke.
'Going home?' asked a voice behind her. It was Jared. He must have noticed Dana's disappearance and gone looking for her.
'Don't know,' Dana said. 'It was a bit much.'
'I bet,' Jared said. 'But you had fun right?'
'Definitely.'
'Great. That's great,' he said and leant against a street lamp. 'I'm really glad you came.'
'Yeah?' Dana smiled and handed him the cigarette.
'Thanks,' Jared took a long puff.
Dana looked out over the street. It was only young people that were around now, most of them with coats or jackets over whatever fashionable evening wear they had selected, hurrying from clubs to bars to pubs. It looked just as busy as during day-time.
'Of course, I am,' Jared said and handed the cigarette back to Dana. 'Does that surprise you?'
It didn't. Jared had always been interested. Dana was aware of that. But things were different now, weren't they?
'I guess not,' she said and blew another ring.
'Hey you're getting good at that,' Jared laughed.
'Ha now I know you want something from me,' Dana said, watching the sad little smoke-doughnut dissipate.
This seemed to catch him off-guard.
'I-I didn't mean to,' he stammered.
'It's okay,' she said. 'Things have changed.'
'What? No that's not it at all. What? Is that what you thought? That I didn't want to anymore?'
Dana looked up in surprise.
'Um, I mean. Well. Kind of...' weirdly she felt embarrassed.
'I see,' Jared looked down. 'Is that how I come across to you? Like I would care?'
'I... I guess I just assumed. Sorry,' Dana dropped her finished cigarette, and wheeled over it with her chair, putting it out.
'Don't worry about it.'
But Dana thought about it. Something bugged her.
'You never said anything,' she said.
'Ah yeah,' Jared looked defensive now. 'I guess I wanted to give you time. I didn't quite know how to deal with it, sorry.'
Jared looked dejectedly at Dana's wheelchair.
'It,' Dana repeated and laughed.
'It,' she said again, now in a spooky, dramatic tone of voice.
'Ha. Listen to me, telling you how hard it was to deal with for me,' Jared said with a smile, shaking his head.
'It's fine. Most people don't have much experience in this area,' Dana said generously.
Jared shrugged.
'I guess I'll be heading home too,' he said.
He was a slow one, Dana thought.
'You know,' she said, wheeling closer. 'I could come with you.'
'You wanna come with me? Oh! Um yeah sure! Um. Oh!'
His round face seemed to have trouble picking an expression. Dana took his arm and pulled him down.
'Um,' he said.
Wow, Dana thought and kissed him on the lips. It took Jared a while to properly return the kiss, but it was all Dana had hoped it would be. She caressed his cheek with her hand and felt their tongues' dance, warm and intimate, and infinitely comforting. She pushed him back with all of her willpower and enjoyed his flustered look.
'Ready to go?' she asked, and gave herself a little head-start, wheeling ahead towards the tram stop.
Of course, Jared had no trouble catching up within seconds.
'Want some help?' he asked, strolling alongside her, grinning broadly.
'Nope,' Dana said defiantly and regretted her decision almost immediately as her arms started to hurt again. Oh well, this wasn't the time show weakness, she thought.
The way to the stop wasn't far, and they didn't have to wait for too long. When the tram arrived Dana saw immediately that it was an older model. Well. This meant she did need help after all. The driver had seen the pair from afar, and got out of the tram, readying a ramp.
'Thanks,' Dana said, and then gave Jared a smile. 'Don't worry, my friend can help me up.'
'Oh, sure.'
Jared took the wheelchair's handles and pushed Dana up into the tram. This ramp was even steeper, and Dana let out a little shriek when Jared pushed, and she found herself in an almost horizontal position.
'Too fast for you?' Jared smiled. He was a strong as ever, Dana thought.
'How far you going?' asked the driver.
Jared told him where they'd get off.
'Got it. I'll come back with the ramp.'
'Thanks,' Jared said.
'Wow,' Dana said when both were safely inside, and the tram had started to move. 'So you're keeping up your training.'
'Oh that, yeah sure,' Jared said, failing to hide how pleased he was with the comment.
The ride was short, but Dana welcomed the break before she had to push her chair again. She knew Jared would push her if she only asked, but something prevented her from doing so.
Was she nervous now?
Jared looked nervous, which somehow calmed her down a bit. Not that she had any reason to worry, Dana thought.
Jared looked a little more smug when he helped Dana off the tram. She was glad, he could do with a confidence boost. Back on the pavement, Jared talked about their night out, about who showed up, and about his amazing performance playing beer pong. Dana, however, was only half listening.
They arrived at Jared's apartment building, and he held open the door for Dana.
'Oh yeah,' he said, realizing something. 'No elevator.'
'What? What about disabled access?' Dana was genuinely surprised. Most buildings she saw nowadays seemed pretty well equipped for wheelchair-users.
'I guess since no one who lives here needs it, they didn't bother,' Jared said with a helpless shrug.
He lived on the third floor, Dana remembered.
'Well, I hope you don't mind being carried then,' Jared said apologetically.
Dana did mind, but she didn't really want to tell him that, nor spoil their night. Still, she could feel anger rise up inside of her. How could people be so inconsiderate? So careless? Could they have forgotten? Well lucky them!
'I guess not,' she said out loud, and Jared perked up.
'All right then, hold on tight.'
This wasn't really necessary. He scooped Dana's petite body up out of her chair and held her in his arms like a baby. Dana was rather thin and had been looking up to most people even before the accident. Considering his broad chest, and muscular arms, Dana wouldn't have been surprised if Jared could hardly feel her weight. Still, she held onto his shoulder in a token way, and Jared strode up the stairs. Dana could feel the muscles tense under his shirt, but he controlled his breathing well, and seemed hardly winded when they reached his flat. He smiled.
'Can you reach my keys?' he asked. 'Um, left pocket.'
Dana raised her eyebrows at him. Suddenly she got the feeling that Jared had planned at least some of this. She felt herself blush, as she reached down to his trousers, and began to feel for the pocket. Her fingers slid inside.
Jared took a deep breath and looked away with embarrassment.
Hah, Dana thought. That guy hadn't planned anything. She grabbed the keys, lingering only a little longer than would have been necessary.
'Got them,' she said, and Jared bent his knees a little, so that Dana could unlock the door.
They entered the small flat, and Jared quickly traversed it, carrying Dana to his old leather sofa. He sat her down on it carefully, before helpfully taking her jacket and hat. Dana's legs immediately opened when he let go of them, and Dana wondered whether or not a skirt and fishnets had been the right choice. She laughed as Jared spun around to look somewhere else. Using her hands she quickly crossed her limp legs.
'It's fine,' she said.
'Uh yeah sure, sorry. I'll just put on some music' Jared mumbled. 'Wait here.'
He went to leave, but turned on his heel.
'Sorry, I meant...'
'Just go!' Dana had to cover her mouth so as to not laugh out loud at his awkwardness, and Jared hurried away.
He returned with a bottle of red wine, two glasses and a couple of records. Jared put the bottle and the glasses on the table, and then turned his attention towards his old record player.
Dana grabbed the bottle.
'Ooh this one looks fancy,' she said, sounding quite impressed.
'I guess,' Jared agreed. 'It's one of Gabe's. Don't know much about it but it tastes fucking great.'
'Oh yeah? That's nice of him.'
Gabe was Jared's stepfather. Dana knew he was loaded, and that he rather frequently tried to buy the affection of Jared and his younger brother, which they seemed to encourage.
The upbeat tune of a Beach Boys number began to fill the room, and Dana rolled her eyes. Well, there was something charming about his boyish obsession with the group.
'Oh yeah,' Jared said, sounding a bit more comfortable.
'You know you still have to get my chair, right?' Dana reminded him.
'Yup, on it,' he said, and made his way back down.
Dana leant back, and took another chance to stretch her arms. She took out her phone and quickly checked her appearance in the selfie cam. She had chosen a white sleeveless shirt that contrasted well with her dark brown skin.