spin_kick_snap | Club Risqué, Hollywood, Los Angeles, Thursday Night

That morning, under the guise of calling her family to wish them a Happy Lunar New Year, Kathy had asked her sister, Sarah, about all-ages clubs in LA. After Sarah had spent ten minutes explaining that no one over the age of fifteen went to an all-ages club gawd, sis, seriously? Kathy'd asked if she knew about any dance clubs that weren't too keen on looking at IDs. Sarah had been so excited at the idea of her nerdy big sister wanting to go clubbing that she hadn't even questioned why Kathy was looking into places on the other side of the country from where she went to school.

Fortunately for Kathy, Sarah knew just the place. Situated in Hollywood, just a few blocks away from Paramount Pictures, was Club Risqué. It was technically meant to be 21-and-over, but the bouncers were well-known for ignoring IDs in favor of Grants. Or, better yet, Benjamins. While the age limit wasn't enforced, the dress code definitely was: dress to impress only, losers need not apply. There were rumors of the owners being a little shady, but even if that were true, there were no ties with the South Seventeens.

That was good enough for Kathy. After getting back from Selkie Peak with Edward and taking a long shower (a warm one this time!), she made a few more calls to let everyone know that they were good to go tonight.

***

Coming to LA had been the perfect choice, Kathy decided. Rather than freezing on the walk from their portal to the club and the following wait in line, they got to enjoy temperatures in the mid-50s. Maybe it was appreciation for the lack of shivering, but one of the bouncers noticed them right off and gestured them forward. They even got a break on their entrance fee; for an extra $200 he waved them all inside without even mentioning the need for identification. Once the heavily soundproofed doors were open, they could hear the loud hip-hop/dance-pop playing over the club's speakers. Even without that, the heavy beat was palpable, the floor almost vibrating with it.

A huge bar took up one section of the club, and across from it was the DJ's island. Along the walls were plenty of tables and padded booths for people to sit in, if they wanted to--or more than sit, as they could see when the brightly-colored lights would flash over them, illuminating couples making out like LA had been filled with pollen, too. More bouncers held positions inside the club, scattered in little pockets of isolation, keeping careful watch over the club-goers, occasionally touching their ears to hear information relayed through their headsets. Several doors dotted the walls, leading to the coat-check, a back room area in the bar, bathrooms, and a VIP area, where small 'champagne rooms' could be rented for the hour, or enjoyed by high-profile guests and friends of the owners. The rest of the space was dominated by the dance floor, filled with writhing bodies, while bubbles and even foam occasionally rained down to roars of approval.

"This is it!" Kathy yelled, trying to be heard above the din. So long as they stood close and shouted, they could carry on a conversation. "We ready to dance?"

[For the LA clubbers, please, and NFB! Up early for timezones and great SP]

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From:

spin_kick_snap

For anything before they get inside the club. From getting ready to waiting in line, whether you wanna argue about what to wear or marvel at the warmth and lack of snow!

From:

not_a_moonie

Alana's look for the night included a silver lame tank top, the same painted on-looking leather leggings she'd worn to the Valentine's Dance, and what she thought was a perfect smoky eye.

She rubbed at a shoulderblade as they got close to the club. "So, what are we going to do if they do ask for ID?"

From:

myownface

"Leave and find a different club," Sparkle suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "This can't be the only one that plays fast and loose when it comes to who gets let in. And, I mean, I have a fake ID if need be, but I'm gonna guess the rest of you don't, so much."

And even he couldn't get all of them hooked up with one on such short notice.

From:

not_a_moonie

"I have one if you think they'd believe Landfall is a state they hadn't heard of," Alana offered with a little shrug of her own. "Otherwise, not so much. But there's always another club."

Edited Date: 2015-02-19 03:09 pm (UTC)

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Club Risqué, Hollywood, Los Angeles, Thursday Night

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