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Molly and Jester were walking up to the club, its blaring neon sign shouting past the night clouds so close to this upper floating island district of Arcadia, enough of a beacon to draw them in. Airships flew overhead and after a moment of their passing a person could feel a gentle breeze in their wake. This small district in the sky was all magical-hardscape, the architecture resplendent with its walkways for nearly each and every exclusive restaurant or clothing store or whatever else kind of business the ultra-wealthy of the city was in need of. It seemed not even a chocobo was allowed to be used as a vehicle here, as the only transport they had seen was in the docking bay at the security checkpoint.
Night air that should have held the chill accompanying being at such an elevation must have been dampened by the arcane somehow and made it feel like a summer night, which was lucky because Molly had decided to go completely shirtless, and acted as though it was a choice and not due to every clothing he ever had owned that covered his shoulders had been either lost to time or cut to sheds in battle. Still, tonight made that feel like a blessing and the showman took a moment to stretch out his limbs like a cat and soak in the warmth, especially after the cold air-conditioning of the private car they took here.
“Wow, mama REALLY came through with these passes, Molly. Opening night!” Jester cried with glee, as they walked the absolutely breath-takingly clean and tidy streets of the floating island, so much removed and different than what they were used to, and even though Jester was no stranger to nicer parts of the city being the daughter of an illustrious and renowned courtesan, this was something else all-together.
There was no bustling, nobody hurried, and the two Tiefling friends walked arm in arm, too confident to have the understanding they did not belong among this upper-crust place, horned heads held high, they strutted better than even the wealthiest that walked beside them. The line outside the club that had brought them here wrapped around the building, and they heard many cries from obvious rich kids demanding entry, even one or two snotty voices exclaiming Do you know who my parents are?! but alas, the massive ogre in a pinstriped tuxedo guarding the front door with clipboard in hand made no expression, pointing to the back of the line for each of the self-important whiners.
The blue and purple off-duty, freelance paranormal investigator devils approached the massive bouncer and could not be bothered to look even a bit sheepish at skipping the whole line, showing their hologram VIP passes. Both were scanned by a diminutive gnome with a wand who apparently had a small chair set up behind the Ogre’s legs.
“Have a nice time, and welcome to Majestika,” The gnome said, and he straightened his dress robes, before taking his seat behind the Ogre’s tree trunk and pinstripe pant leg again.
The massive bouncer flashed a gold-toothed smile and unclipped a sparkling red rope made of floating rubies, beckoning them inside. A cry of “I’m from the fucking ROYAL FAMILY, you bitch,” rang out, the entitlement palpable. Molly and Jester both looked around the large frame of the golden mouthed ogre-bouncer, leaning all the way back without moving their feet.
A young woman who looked like she had money stood glaring upwards, with knee-length dress luminescent from thousands of soft- glowing gems attached to its silk; heels, necklace, and earrings to match. She was the next in line and looking up at the hulking doorman with defiance as she sucked on something metallic and blew out a plume of gold smoke in the bouncer’s face that left an after smell of mint-bubble gum to hang in the warm night on the upper levels of Arcadia.
“Well, you know…you should definitely try and get one of these bad boys, then,” Jester said, smiling and showing her VIP hologram, still leaning all the way back on her haunches with spine bent, Molly leaning in tandem beside her.
The would-be royal scoffed and folded her bare arms, scrunching up her face as if catching a bad smell and sagging her body to one side to emphasize her dissatisfaction. “...Aaand who even'R’you, anway…” she said in a strange tone of voice with words running together and drawn out haphazardly.
Molly and Jester both nodded to each other, the shorter and more leaned back blue Tiefling answered with a bright fangy smile back to the woman outside the club, “Hi! I'm Jester! And this is Molly, he's really cool, you know. We're here to dance aaand eat donuts…but I think I ate all my donuts on the way here…” she grumbled.
“Ya absolutely did, Sweet Jester. Guess that'll just be leavin’ tha other one,” Molly said, and gave a wink and playful middle-finger to the line of people watching before the hunter and the cleric simultaneously put on a pair of sunglasses they had bought at the airbus station earlier in the day. It was only after the purchase they found out only private companies shuttled to this particular piece of floating earth hanging above the city proper.
“Your dress is, like, super cool. Ok bye,” Jester called out to the glowing dress lady who seemed taken aback, her arms unfolded and face now just looking confused.
The Tiefling duo snapped back up and walked into the dark club, at night, wearing sunglasses; both thanking their infernal heritage for being able to see very well in the dark. Grunted laughter sounding from the bouncer was the last thing they heard before the music playing from Club Majestika took over.
Night air that should have held the chill accompanying being at such an elevation must have been dampened by the arcane somehow and made it feel like a summer night, which was lucky because Molly had decided to go completely shirtless, and acted as though it was a choice and not due to every clothing he ever had owned that covered his shoulders had been either lost to time or cut to sheds in battle. Still, tonight made that feel like a blessing and the showman took a moment to stretch out his limbs like a cat and soak in the warmth, especially after the cold air-conditioning of the private car they took here.
“Wow, mama REALLY came through with these passes, Molly. Opening night!” Jester cried with glee, as they walked the absolutely breath-takingly clean and tidy streets of the floating island, so much removed and different than what they were used to, and even though Jester was no stranger to nicer parts of the city being the daughter of an illustrious and renowned courtesan, this was something else all-together.
There was no bustling, nobody hurried, and the two Tiefling friends walked arm in arm, too confident to have the understanding they did not belong among this upper-crust place, horned heads held high, they strutted better than even the wealthiest that walked beside them. The line outside the club that had brought them here wrapped around the building, and they heard many cries from obvious rich kids demanding entry, even one or two snotty voices exclaiming Do you know who my parents are?! but alas, the massive ogre in a pinstriped tuxedo guarding the front door with clipboard in hand made no expression, pointing to the back of the line for each of the self-important whiners.
The blue and purple off-duty, freelance paranormal investigator devils approached the massive bouncer and could not be bothered to look even a bit sheepish at skipping the whole line, showing their hologram VIP passes. Both were scanned by a diminutive gnome with a wand who apparently had a small chair set up behind the Ogre’s legs.
“Have a nice time, and welcome to Majestika,” The gnome said, and he straightened his dress robes, before taking his seat behind the Ogre’s tree trunk and pinstripe pant leg again.
The massive bouncer flashed a gold-toothed smile and unclipped a sparkling red rope made of floating rubies, beckoning them inside. A cry of “I’m from the fucking ROYAL FAMILY, you bitch,” rang out, the entitlement palpable. Molly and Jester both looked around the large frame of the golden mouthed ogre-bouncer, leaning all the way back without moving their feet.
A young woman who looked like she had money stood glaring upwards, with knee-length dress luminescent from thousands of soft- glowing gems attached to its silk; heels, necklace, and earrings to match. She was the next in line and looking up at the hulking doorman with defiance as she sucked on something metallic and blew out a plume of gold smoke in the bouncer’s face that left an after smell of mint-bubble gum to hang in the warm night on the upper levels of Arcadia.
“Well, you know…you should definitely try and get one of these bad boys, then,” Jester said, smiling and showing her VIP hologram, still leaning all the way back on her haunches with spine bent, Molly leaning in tandem beside her.
The would-be royal scoffed and folded her bare arms, scrunching up her face as if catching a bad smell and sagging her body to one side to emphasize her dissatisfaction. “...Aaand who even'R’you, anway…” she said in a strange tone of voice with words running together and drawn out haphazardly.
Molly and Jester both nodded to each other, the shorter and more leaned back blue Tiefling answered with a bright fangy smile back to the woman outside the club, “Hi! I'm Jester! And this is Molly, he's really cool, you know. We're here to dance aaand eat donuts…but I think I ate all my donuts on the way here…” she grumbled.
“Ya absolutely did, Sweet Jester. Guess that'll just be leavin’ tha other one,” Molly said, and gave a wink and playful middle-finger to the line of people watching before the hunter and the cleric simultaneously put on a pair of sunglasses they had bought at the airbus station earlier in the day. It was only after the purchase they found out only private companies shuttled to this particular piece of floating earth hanging above the city proper.
“Your dress is, like, super cool. Ok bye,” Jester called out to the glowing dress lady who seemed taken aback, her arms unfolded and face now just looking confused.
The Tiefling duo snapped back up and walked into the dark club, at night, wearing sunglasses; both thanking their infernal heritage for being able to see very well in the dark. Grunted laughter sounding from the bouncer was the last thing they heard before the music playing from Club Majestika took over.
(980/5000)