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A Strip Club On The Mainland | Wednesday Early Evening

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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That was a whole lot of blushing indeed.

"I think we've all made a serious mistake by coming here," Emily commented as she took a seat next to her. "Well, maybe not Atton and Cade. Boys."

"Kenzi seems to be enjoying herself, too," Jessica said. "And at least all of the uncomfortable people have each other to help us through it. Think of it as team building."

"Oh, and Kenzi. Kenzi," Emily said with the same tone she had used for the boys.

"Together in trauma, we stand awkwardly? I'm never getting rid of this glittler, and I've got enough mental scarring from dudes twisting in all the wrong ways to stay awake until I graduate."

A beat. "And the lap dance."

"You got a lap dance?" Jessica asked. Sorry, she was rather distracted by... things. And other things. All sorts of things.

Emily was too busy feeling terrible herself to notice right away. "Atton has a weird effect on me," Emily admitted. It was just someone willing to go with her worst side, but hey, everyone else in Fandom was...kind of nice.

"He seems to have that effect on a lot of girls," Jessica said.

"What, every good girl loves a bad boy?" Emily snorted, although she couldn't say she was completely wrong. Marginally wrong? She wasn't good, but maybe pretending to be was getting to her.

The irony.

"I know you won't, but take my word and don't drink anything from here." She was already feeling the headache to come. "Won't drink," Emily added a moment later.

"I've had two hangovers and a tattoo in the past week," Jessica said. "I think I'm swearing off alcohol forever."

"You got a tattoo?" Emily asked, the hangovers bit kind of fading. "Where? What you got anyway?"

"At a tattoo parlor," Jessica said to be difficult. "And what got me would be Sia's gremlin bite turning her into a woo girl and somehow getting me to keep up with her at the bar."

Emily shot her a less than amused smile. "You totally got one of those flaming skulls with a rose and a snake, didn't you? And you got it right over your butt," Emily said as she leaned back, but she didn't see anything and couldn't stay like that for long, because the awful shots she had had.

"That's what means to have friends, I suppose. Making sure they don't do any crazy shit...alone."

"It's a triskelion. A triangular shape with three swirl things," Jessica said. "And it's a little higher than that and no, you can't see it. There's enough skin on display here as it is."

This was a pained face, Jessica. So pained. "I wouldn't ask of you to show some skin here. That would send the wrong message to too many guys in here," Emily said. "She at least got a tattoo as well, right?"

"Probably? A lot of the night is kind of a haze," Jessica said.

"Remind me why I thought you were the quiet one?" Emily joked.

"You thought I was quiet?" Jessica asked. "You're the first person to ever claim that."

"Okay, more odd and quirky than quiet," Emily clarified. "You did admit to have a hangover and a triangle tattooed on your back. That's quite the leap."

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"A triskelion," Jessica corrected. "If I'm going to have it on my back, I'm going to make sure people call it the right thing."

"I'm picturing a triangle because I have no basis for your triskelion," Emily said.

"Here," Emily said as she extended a hand, palm up. "Do the pattern with a finger on my palm. I'm good at this stuff." As if to prove it (and mostly because she wasn't going to be serious for the rest of her stay in that place) Emily passed her index finger over her double infinity tattoo while she looked away. "An eight and another eight. See? Easy."

"Or, just to make it easier..." Jessica reached into her pocket for a pen, because of course she had one. You never knew when you might have to do random math or the like. The she grabbed a drink napkin from the table and doodled the shape.

"It wouldn't really make sense air-doodling it on your hand. It's just complicated enough to make people go 'Huh?' without the actual visual."

She could have totally recognized the shape! "And that is the weirdest triangle I've ever seen," Emily commented.

"It's kind of cool though."

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"Again, not really a triangle. Just somewhat triangular," Jessica said. "It's a small but important distinction."

"Does it mean something, in particular or to you?" Asked Emily, suddenly a bit more serious than before.

"There's a pretty cool building in my New York called the Triskelion," Jessica said. "I don't really remember anything from the tattoo place, but knowing me I probably started saying the word for some reason and got fixated on it."

"Other than that, I'm just a stickler for the names of shapes and symbols."

"It is shaped like that?" Emily asked.

She then considered Jessica's explanation for a moment. "I guess there are worse words to start saying at a tattoo parlor."

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