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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]
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- 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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So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 10:56 am (UTC)You Can Find Me In Da Club
Date: 2015-02-19 10:57 am (UTC)For whatever mischief a group of young, hot, hopped up on sex pollen Fandomites can come up with!
I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 11:07 am (UTC)Boom Boom Pow
Date: 2015-02-19 11:08 am (UTC)Oh, hey, you weren't using that cover, were you?
OOC
Date: 2015-02-19 11:15 am (UTC)Come Mr. DJ don't you end the world right now
Re: I Said Excuse Me You're A Hell Of A Guy
Date: 2015-02-19 12:26 pm (UTC)Sparkle didn't notice Iván checking his wristwatch thoughtfully before he explained that he knew a quiet place he could go, but that wouldn't have made any difference, really. The guy had him the moment he showed interest. How could Sparkle argue with that? Or the way they were getting handsy already as they made their way across the dance floor? They went through a door leading into the champagne room, with only the dull thud of the bass spilling in around them, and Sparkle's belt was already open and his shirt was on the floor by the time somebody behind them cleared their throat.
Iván stopped tugging at Sparkle's clothes and looked up. Sparkle stopped tugging at Iván's clothes and looked up. Iván started yelling something in Spanish that Sparkle didn't have a hope in hell of translating. Sparkle started yelling swear words in English without even really thinking about it, and threw in a bit of Chiac French because Lewis had taught him that one and it was excellent for keeping people guessing at what the fuck was coming out of his mouth.
The men who were sitting at the table with a full spread of guns that could not possibly be legal and an open briefcase full of money reached for their own, loaded guns, one of them barking something to Iván about how the buyer was late and they knew they were supposed to be out of here by now but look, they were here conducting business and they'd be done soon, okay?
Sparkle... kneed Iván in the balls. And then went tearing out of the room like somebody had set his ass on fire, because oh shit oh shit oh shitshitshit and he was never picking up a guy at a club or going into a room off the main floor of a club or going to a club again and he wasn't even going to look back as he ran for the nearest group of Fandom ladies in the building and made desperate gestures for the door.
"Time to go, ladies!"
Iván and some pretty pissed-off-looking men were making their way out of the champagne room and squinting into the crowd, looking for the half-dressed little shit who had seen too much and then went and left their boss wheezing before taking off. Now might be a good time to...
Leave? Right? They were going to leave?
Re: You Can Find Me In Da Club
Date: 2015-02-19 01:49 pm (UTC)That was club-appropriate, right?
Why didn't clubs come with textbooks? She could have studied!
Re: You Can Find Me In Da Club
Date: 2015-02-19 02:06 pm (UTC)There were a few guys he had an eye on already, just a few steps in through the front door. Now the trick was finding one who had their eye on him in turn.
He was pretty sure he was in the right place for that.
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 02:44 pm (UTC)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?"
Re: You Can Find Me In Da Club
Date: 2015-02-19 02:50 pm (UTC)Not that alcohol improved coordination, but she'd never been the best at logic that way.
She went over to the bar and leaned toward a cute college guy, willing him to be the type to buy drinks for pretty girls. That type had never been exactly scarce, in her experience.
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 04:06 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 04:26 pm (UTC)"I wanna daaaaaaaaaaaaance," she said, bouncing in place. "How's my hair?"
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: You Can Find Me In Da Club
Date: 2015-02-19 05:05 pm (UTC)Although she had two admirers (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/191/2/7/fanart__minako_by_oraclesaturn-d56oiac.jpg) in particular - a guy with long, blond hair and another guy with short purple-spiked hair. And Minako being Minako, well, she was doing her best to dance with both of them, sometimes at the same time. She liked them both, after all!
Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 05:25 pm (UTC)Re: So You Better Get This Party Started
Date: 2015-02-19 05:26 pm (UTC)