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spin_kick_snapThat 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]
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]
Tags:
- [sarah],
- dammit sparkle,
- event: sex pollen,
- sometimes little sisters are useful!,
- what: getting my flirt on,
- what: girls' night out,
- what: gone clubbin,
- what: sparkle's terrible taste in guys,
- where: los angeles,
- who: alana,
- who: jalian d'arsennette y ken selvren,
- who: kira yukimura,
- who: mara jade,
- who: minako aino,
- who: nikolai bartamian,
- who: sparkle
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 02:54 pm (UTC)And even he couldn't get all of them hooked up with one on such short notice.
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 03:08 pm (UTC)Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 03:12 pm (UTC)He'd picked a state at random. One that was at least close enough to Ontario that he had a vague idea of what it was sort of about, without pointing people back to Maryland and closer to him as a result.
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 03:44 pm (UTC)Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 03:50 pm (UTC)... It had a few lakes.
"It's relatively easy to get to from Toronto."
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 04:46 pm (UTC)She had the attention span of a gnat, so that was followed by, "Subject change? But I hope there are hot people at the club, even if I am on look-but-don't-touch."
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 04:50 pm (UTC)They were, like, in the hot person capital of America!
... Probably! Sparkle was at least reasonably certain that they'd find a few Hollywood hopefuls here tonight. He wasn't much in the mood for 'shirt' as a menu item.
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 05:26 pm (UTC)Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 05:57 pm (UTC)More for him!
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 06:51 pm (UTC)She was kidding. Mostly.
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 07:02 pm (UTC)Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 07:33 pm (UTC)Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 07:35 pm (UTC)"Well, I have high standards," he laughed. "Just wait, I'll hook up with the hottest guy in the club before the night is through."
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 04:06 pm (UTC)Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 04:12 pm (UTC)"How the hell did you get a fake?" A beat. "Why the hell did you get a fake?!"
HE THOUGHT HE KNEW YOU, MINAKO.
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 04:18 pm (UTC)She wasn't gonna break Sparkle's brain by telling him she'd gotten it from a cop. Yet.
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 04:21 pm (UTC)Sparkle didn't have the first clue what the hell to do with cops, besides 'run from them.' Or possibly 'mouth them off.'
"... And thus, legal everywhere," Sparkle concluded. "Still, wow. That is not something I would've expected from you, of all people."
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 07:00 pm (UTC)If all her friends had one, then she wanted one, too, darn it. And considering her earlier activities today, yes, if all her friends were jumping off bridges, she'd do it too.
It would be fun!