...Dance Party...

..8:20 PM...

Loki is at the counter that is basically a bar with his elbows on the table and his fingers scooped around a cup. How did Loki wind up at a dance building? Well, that is a good question. Loki had his fair share of fun in this building without really paying attention to the faces of people in this dance and beverage mix building. The Dance Party (At least that is the buildings name) has a comfortable relaxing, happy,and full of life atmosphere.

"So who are you, little fella?" The Bartender asks.

"Loki Odinson," Loki said.

The Bartender raises his eyebrows.

"But Loki isn't a son of Odin," The Bartender said. The Bartender's eyebrows went down. "In the Norse Mythology he is Odin's half blood brother."

Loki laughs.

"I am finding that amusing your realm has portrayed my relationship with my father in the most unheard of way possible," Loki said, tapping his fingers on the cup. "That means I would be older than my brother," The way Loki sounded so jokingly. "Which I am not."

"Woah, you are a brilliant actor pretending to be a god," The Bartender said. "You do not break character."

Loki rolls an eye.

"If that is what you want to believe; so be it," Loki said, putting the cup to his lips with a smirk.

Loki hears a familiar laugh ring through the loud music and conversations being carried in this building. Loki takes a sip then lowers the cup down to the table. Loki turns towards the right where he saw Knight in the crowd taking on a rather unique dance. This dance is relatively new as it is slow and care free. A new type of dance on Midgard. Midgard is Earth for those who are out of touch for the names of realms. Knight appears to be happy, living in the moment, and so not worried. It is like Loki fell all over again for Knight.

Last time Loki had feelings for Knight was when they were teenagers.

Knight is one year younger than Loki.

"Knight..." Loki said.

"Knight Cartel," The Bartender finishes. "What a beautiful name."

Loki turns towards the Bartender.

"You know Knight?" Loki asks, surprised.

"Hell everyone in this joint knows the fairest of them all," The Bartender said, with a soft laugh. "She helped me put this place back up after that attack by the guy with a shot gun eleven years ago," The Bartender slides a cup to a customer with ease. "I renamed this building to the Dance Party."

"So is that what Knight has been doing for five decades?" Loki said, in utter disbelief. "Partying?"

"Well, more like living," The Bartender said. "She ain't an oldy. She is a hot twenty some year old chick."

Loki can feel the atmosphere change in terms of tone.

"Why would she be," Loki said, sarcastically.

From behind the Bartender's right shoulder walks in a young man. Loki saw a man in a police uniform with a navy haircut smoothly heading through the crowd to seems like Knight's direction. This is T-1000. T-1000's hands morph into long blades up to the elbow. T-1000's eyes are fixated on Knight's figure. Knight laughs stepping back away from Elizabeth Connor. A gut feeling screams 'Threat,threat, threat!' within Loki. Loki turns around getting up on his two feet summoning a long wide gun in his hand not seen by the various people.

"Knight Tackdottir," T-1000 said, coming close proximity to Knight.

Elizabeth turns around towards T-800.

"Yes?" Elizabeth said, as her smile fades.

T-1000 tabs through Elizabeth.

Bu-boom!

A large gaping metal wound appears in T-1000's chest.

"Not again!" The Bartender screams among the chaos.

Our focus goes to Loki while Knight is horrified.

"Elizabeth!" Knight shouts seeing Elizabeth impaled through the torso.

Our view turns away from Loki towards T-1000.

T-1000 takes his metal arm out of Elizabeth's dead body. Another gun shot ran right in T-1000's forehead making a perfect circle encompassed by a silver inside where the shots landed. T-1000 turns towards Loki's direction appearing to be rather royally pissed off. T-1000's wounds heal before Loki's eyes while people flee in the chaos. The T-1000 quickly comes towards Loki shape shifting his arm into another type of weapon. Loki picks up a chair then swings it at the T-1000's head breaking the chair in various pieces.

The T-1000 straightens his head.

"No," Loki said, in much shock. "That is impossible."

Our scene makes way out of the building. Knight is one of the people who are able to run out of the building in the ensuing mayhem between Loki and T-1000. Outside of the building through brick and dust flies out T-1000 crashing against one of the large trash b0xes that are wide enough to be usually seen along buildings in New York City viewed in cartoons and movies including comics. T-1000 gets up appearing to have lost his shoulder. A gray liquid crawls over to T-1000 then joined his black shoe. T-1000 regrew his arm, elbow, and hand. T-1000 did not seem to be happy as he lifts his head up.

No one wants to be the target of a T-1000.

It is generally the third fear of someone from the future working for The Resistance.

The second fear is being taken out by a T-X in the past or a T-800 killing their parents before being conceived.

The first fear is losing to Skynet.