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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
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Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 03:01 am (UTC)"Who are you bitches?" a third asked, pulling out his gun. "Who sent you?"
Ladies, have at. That kind of language was not acceptable!
[Bouncers are limitless and eminently moddable! Have at!]
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 03:46 am (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 05:12 am (UTC)She'd shown Jalian how good short skirts were to kick in on their way to the club. Now she was doing it for real, snapping out a sharp kick against his elbow to make him drop the gun and then she was sliding that one back over to her friends, too.
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 05:27 am (UTC)She had to keep them from overwhelming their two defenders with sheer numbers, and with that many guns, Judo wasn't going to work. Minako wasn't bullet-proof.
"Sent us?" she said, one hand slipping to the pen she had hidden in her hair. "We just came to dance." There, the weight was in her hand, and Minako could already feel herself starting to draw power as she drew herself up to her full height. "You crushed our hopes for an evening of romance!"
"Venus Power, Make-UP!"
The immediate flash of energy was so bright, it fried the sensors in the nearby security cameras to bits. They wouldn't record any images of a girl who was made out of pure light for the space of a heartbeat, or the one now standing in her place in an orange sailor fuku and red mask, chain on her hips and crescent moon on her forehead.
Well, that got their attention.
[OOC: Open for reactions, sure!]
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 05:46 am (UTC)I don't believe it! she thought. Minako's Sailor V!
[I HAD TO AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME, BWAHAHAHAHA!]
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 06:08 am (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 07:07 am (UTC)"WE GOT ONE OF THEM CRAZY HEROES HERE!" he barked. "WE'RE GONNA NEED MORE GUYS!"
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 07:14 am (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 08:44 pm (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-22 03:36 am (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-24 01:44 am (UTC)He stopped shooting long enough dodge Rico's incoming bulk. "WE NEED LOCKDOWN, I REPEAT, LOCKDOWN NOW! AND MORE GUYS!"
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-24 03:47 am (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 01:29 pm (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 02:40 pm (UTC)Tonight came with an awful lot to process, apparently.
"Oh, come on!"
Was he the only one here tonight without any powers or flashy moves? Really?!
And then the shooting started, and Sparkle was going to have to worry about all of the rest of it later, because he was swearing up another blue streak and making a mad dash for the nearest cover. Both cover from the bullets, and now the panicking throng of people who were coming to the realization that they could very well get shot.
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-22 11:46 pm (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-23 12:04 am (UTC)He wouldn't. Probably.
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 10:13 pm (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 01:27 pm (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 08:47 pm (UTC)To add to that attacked feeling, more bouncers came pouring out onto the dance floor, pushing their way through the crowds. Two decided to doubleteam Mara, keeping their guns holstered in favor of wickedly long knives. They moved like professionals used to working together, as one feinted to the left while the other swung low to the right.
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 08:56 pm (UTC)"Honestly."
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 08:58 pm (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-21 09:02 pm (UTC)Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-24 01:41 am (UTC)Though it looked like Mara could offer a few lessons, damn.
"I'll just keep doing what I'm doing, thanks."
Which, at that moment, involved bouncing into the air and spinkicking a guy in the back of his head.
Re: Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-26 11:55 am (UTC)Stylish and aerodynamic! Everything she looked for in footwear.