arsenicmauls | A Strip Club On The Mainland

On the outside, the club looked pretty seedy, and it was hard to tell whether the small number of cars in the parking lot was a good sign or a bad one. For at least a few of the cars already there - including a limousine with tinted windows and a very sad-looking sports car that still had half of a JUST MARRIED sign affixed to its rear bumper -- it was probably good, but for any Fandom students looking for a positive strip club experience, it was a little harder to tell.

At the door, there was a bouncer checking IDs (or fake IDs, as the case almost universally was with this crowd), and inside... well, inside was a strip club. There was a stage, there were dancers (of multiple genders, even!), there was a breakfast buffet that looked like it served bacon, and there was a bar. And there was glitter. Lots and lots of glitter.

The night was young, the bouncer was easily fooled, and The Silver Glitter Club was open. Enjoy, Fandomites. Or at least try not to pick up any diseases.

[[open for business! feel free to have tagged along whether or not you were part of I Never; i'm deliberately not specifying whose idea this was and how people were notified, 'cuz it definitely was not gert's, so handwave away.]]

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"We're going to need evidence," Anya said. She had never done another girl's nails. It wasn't the sort of thing you asked Rikki after all. "What does it say of me that I'm more comfortable sparring than being entrusted with another girl's nails?"

"I am right there with you," Alex agreed. "We could always say we were sparring. Which we should do sometime, anyway."

"Nah, lets do the nails so we can strike each other from our respective make up assistance lists," Anya decided, the prospect of a good sparring session improving her mood. She was a bit odd, okay. "But I'd love to have a regular sparring partner. It sure beats hitting sand bags."

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"I have a few bottles," Alex said, though they were mostly dark colors. She wasn't a pastels kind of girl. "And yeah, sand bags sometimes aren't enough."

For instance, bags won't tell you if your form is off or something.

Anya rocked all colors. "Cool, I think I have a free stray ones myself," Anya said. Mostly stuff her dad thought she would need.

"Well, we share a room. I'm game when you're game."

Alex grinned. "Friday or Saturday works for me if you're up for it."

"Sure thing. Anywhere in particular? I mean, it wouldn't be cool to accidentally trash the room, right?" Anya asked. That could end in a pillow fight and then there would be no training.

"Why not? I'd rather accidentally trash our room than somewhere else," Alex pointed out. She looked around the club. "But really, as long as it's not here."

"So nails in the room, sparring somewhere else," Anya said as she thought about it.

"Just not here, yeah; I think they would most likely start throwing money at us if we fought here."

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Alex visibly shuddered at the thought of being objectified like that. "That would be weird. So let's stick to the dorm. Yeah."

Anya didn't shudder, but she didn't like the idea any more than her. "Sounds like a solid plan. Just as trying to get out of here as fast as possible, I guess?"

"I'm more than ready," Alex said. She just wasn't sure the rest of the group was.

Anya looked over to see what the others were doing. "So the question is how much do we want to leave by our own," she decided. "I know I want to return in a big group, if possible."

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