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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: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 06:16 pm (UTC)He... had kind of left his shirt behind. His belt was still undone. These were not exactly his top priority, here.
"And I'm not actually a huge fan of messy? I like my brains in and I've already been shot at enough this week for like a whole lifetime."
... "Long story. Can we go?"
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 06:45 pm (UTC)MARA.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 06:46 pm (UTC)Keep that down a few decibels, Spark.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 06:53 pm (UTC)"Fine, fine, keep your pants on..." She gave him a little smirk.
Hilarious, Mara.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 06:55 pm (UTC)... Okay, he wasn't hugely surprised to hear it from Mara, either. He was, however, giving her a bit of a scowl and wrinkling his nose as he reached down to buckle his belt again.
"My pants are actually the last thing I'm worried about right now, oh my god."
He was going to die here tonight. He was going to stick around to warn the girls and he was going to die.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 07:01 pm (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 07:07 pm (UTC)It had been a very emotional moment!
"So now they're sort of going to kill me and I'm going to leave now."
Yep. Right now. This second. Except that one of them was covering the door to make sure he didn't slip by. So, maybe not.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 07:27 pm (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 07:33 pm (UTC)Which meant he totally had that knee to the balls coming to him. Jerk.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 07:44 pm (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 07:46 pm (UTC)Okay. A lot.
"Except they're watching the doors, so mostly I'm just going to die?"
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 09:01 pm (UTC)"Why is Sparkle squeaking?" she asked as she leaned over the bar to flag down the bartender. "What about the door? It ate your shirt?"
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 09:19 pm (UTC)She was wearing an excited grin, her hairstyle ruined completely because she'd pulled it up into a messy ponytail to keep it off her neck and back. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead; she'd been dancing almost non-stop.
"What's going on?"
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 09:25 pm (UTC)... He kind of hoped they did. And sort of hoped they didn't. Being in deep shit with guys with guns had that funny effect on a Sparkle.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 09:49 pm (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 09:51 pm (UTC)She turned back to put her glass down on the bar and saw the bartender's mouth moving inaudibly, his eyes locked on Sparkle. His hand came up from under the counter, holding a small, silver gun.
"Oh shit!" she squealed and threw her glass into his face. That distracted him long enough for Kathy to duck down below his sightline and try to tug her friends down with her. "What did you do?"
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 10:37 pm (UTC)... So, there was one for the calendar, Sparkle apologizing. Being so very aware of one's mortality so many times within the span of a single week apparently had that effect on him. And he wasn't on the island! If you died off the island, you died in real life!
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 11:07 pm (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
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Date: 2015-02-20 03:39 am (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-20 03:59 am (UTC)It was time to protect the princess. Kinda.
"We can so fix this," she said, all business. "Jalian, Banzai, if we make a big enough distraction, can you get him safely outside and away? We can rendezvous elsewhere later."
...Minako, Kathy never told you her codename.
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-20 04:01 am (UTC)Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-20 05:46 am (UTC)She glanced at the other girls, calculating. "Think we can manage to start a bar fight and then skip out the fire exits?"
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-20 07:39 am (UTC)"They've got guns," Kathy said, all business. "The bartender has one, not sure about the DJ, but since all the bouncers are working for whomever, we can probably assume he's packing, too. I don't know if they'll be willing to shoot into the crowd and start a panic, but it's something we have to keep in mind."
She looked around, searching out the smoke detectors on the ceiling. There was a trick she learned in Reno's class she thought might be helpful.
"Keep an eye out for fire alarms to pull," she added. "It'll add to the confusion and get the authorities here faster."
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