behindcloseddoors | red pill blue pill ♔ milk of amnesia

[The bartender gives him a shark-like smile. No, really, all hyperbole aside, they're... actual shark teeth.] You said the same thing last time. [He lets that hang for a second as he pours another drink, before laughing as if he just told the best joke in the world, and then adding loudly] It's always like this.

[...No amount of charisma points can help the look of utter helpless DURR that crosses Des's face.] I what now?

[The bartender just GRINS at his reaction] What can I get ya?

[Des pinches the bridge of his nose.] Strongest thing you got. I feel like this is gonna be a show I don't wanna be sober for.

[Except he has to be. Because he's not doing this just for his own curiosity. Dammit. Something about this whole situation sets him on edge- moreso than before. Being clearheaded would probably be the best thing, but ordering a tonic water and a toothpick would probably set him apart. And, anyway, it's not like he's going to chug it.]

[The grin intensifies and he lets loose a spray of electric blue stuff out of a nozzle. And then stirs in something clear, and sticks a little umbrella in it, just to be a dick. He slides it across to Des.] Bottom's up.

[Des makes a point to pluck the umbrella as soon as he gets it- you know, that thing five-year-olds do when they can't handle the sight of something pretty and must destroy it because they're minature Tyler Durdens? That's Des right now. And now the umbrella is a toothpick. He shoots the bartender a smug look, sticks the toothpick in his mouth and takes a sip of his drink.

Yeah, you can't out-troll him, Mr. Bartender. Now all that's left is for this damn party to really get started. Shifting the toothpick back and forth between his teeth, he scans the crowd...]

[Well, he won't have much time to see anything in his sudden drunken haze, because the lights dash out across the building suddenly, replaced by only the streaming red lasers flashing over the faces which turned anxiously as one towards the stage, full of a zealous anticipation and a sudden sequence of screams that echo through the entire building.

Out of the stage begins to rise a white curtain, that encircles the entire circumference of the platform, as an otherworldly delicate musical beat chimes through the air, a low pulsing beat below it that the lights flash along with, as if reflecting the suddenly in sync heartbeat of the crowd.

The curtain rises all the way to the roof, and smoke starts pouring out from under its sides, while the crowd goes insane, screaming and pawing at the thrust stage, as if they can no longer even take another moment.

The screaming climaxes as a silhouetted figure appears in the center of the stage, flanked by several others. Evident curves indicate it's definitely a female back there, but everyone else seemed to be in on some bigger secret about her identity - their screams amplified with even this tease of a glance.]

[WHY DID THEY PUT ALCOHOL IN THAT DRINK.

HE STRICTLY SAID 'NO ALCOHOL.'

REALLY. HE DID. ...Oh hey, lasers.

Des stays put- or rather, he stays at the bear, but wobbles a little to get up on the stool a bit to see over the crowd and get a decent view, because this is clearly the best thing to do when you're headrushing from ONE SIP like a lightweight sorority girl.]

Oh, don't tell me. [It's hard to hear him over the crowd, so his words get swallowed up and lost.] Jessica Rabbit works at this club?

[Because it's a party, Des. Because it's a party. :|

The strident voices fall to a dull roar when her throaty voice breaks out across the club.

♬ Dark Side ; Kelly Clarkson

O-oh. Oh-o-oh.
There's a place that I know
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away
Or will you stay
Even if it hurts
Even if I try to push you out
Will you return?
And remind me who I really am
Please remind me who I really am

Behind the curtain, the silhouettes break away from the singer, striking dramatic shadowed poses as more and more smoke billows out from under. Des' remarks are lost, as everyone, the bartender included, seems now to be utterly transfixed on the stage.

It's hard not to be. Maybe it's the booze, but Des would feel a strange compulsion† to stare as well, as the girl emerges when the curtain rolls up.

Thigh-high emerald green boots gave way to a flash of skin and then an equally dark green mini-dress that's so tight that it looks like it was oozed out of a bottle and molded to her body. Black gloves run up her arms, and her hair is dread locked and streaked alternately black and white. She has an exotic coppery skin tone, and features that are finely balanced, and, Des might note, if he can manage a Spot check (Wis) of 15 or more, maybe hinting at an inhuman quality.

The most noticeable thing about her, however, is about a lot more than her strikingly unique looks. Instead, it's the way she moves, fluidly, entrancingly, the strange aura that gathers about her, a sort of black hole of fascination that seems to suck in the whole place with ease.

Or maybe it's just her voice. It's the most inhuman thing about her - and the strange heartbreaking sense of sorrow and longing and mystery that it conveys feels like much more than just a stage act.]

Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?

[† A Will save of 15 or more will allow Des to keep his head. Otherwise, he'll get caught up in it just as much as everyone else: it's a strange, obsessive feeling, an unhealthy rush of desire to be the object of the woman's attention, and a complete loss of focus on... whatever it was he was here for again...]

[Mmm. Very pretty girl. SPOT CHECK? WHAT SPOT CHECK? DES DOESN'T NEED NO STINKIN' SPOT CHECK. There's just so many lights and the alcohol's making him fuzzy, so he's just listening to her sing, watching her movements... Forgetting why the hell he came her-

Wait a minute.

Through some FUCKING MIRACLE, he rolled a perfect 22, so he manages to bring logic into this. This is him- Captain Wouldn't Look At a Girl Twice If She Even Looked Sneaky. It would take a lot for a dame to pull the wool over his eyes.

...And it had. For a second. Oh, this chick's good, whoever she is. Really good. Des bits down on the inside of his cheek and glowers at the stage. His head's murky, but at least objective thinking prevailed.]

Like a diamond
From black dust
It's hard to know
It can become
A few give up
So don't give up on me
Please remind me who I really am

Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?

[As the beat rises, she dances her way out across the divide and the people begin clambering in an attempt to get at her, some going so far as to try to physically climb on the stage. However, the crowd contains more of those guys in the robo-suits with the big guns... who do a nice job of keeping people from going all Swimfan over there.

Something glints in her eyes that seems to indicate that she's enjoying every single moment of the attention, but it doesn't do anything to lessen that strange note of melancholy in her voice.]

Don't run away
Don't run away
Just tell me that you will stay
Promise me you will stay
Don't run away
Don't run away
Just promise me you will stay
Promise me you will stay

[With his cooler head prevailing, he might glimpse that there's at least one or two other guys sitting at a table not too far away that seem to be able to rip their eyes away easily. In fact, one of the guys seems to be watching with calculated interest rather than mindless fixation, as he twirls the umbrella in his drink. The other leans closer to whisper something to him and a smile that seems nothing short of sinister curves up his face as he nods, eyes riveting back onto the girl.]

[Des squints at the men and then moves through the crowd, shoving and pushing his way through the sea, trying to look, for all the world, like another desperate Swimfan trying to get to the stage, except he veers in the direction of the two men's table and stops a good twelve feet from it, swaying to the music in an awkward way that can't possibly be construed as anything more than some guy really caught up in the performance. And, really, when half of everyone is too busy with the woman on stage, who could possibly notice someone's a little... Off.]

[Well, even closer it's still loud as fuck in here so what Des gets is going to just be bits and pieces of words. Luckily he seems to get the important ones. Even more luckily, neither of the men turn around to really pay attention to his less-than-stellar zombie impression.

The one with the umbrella drink and the up-to-no-good expression leans back casually in his chair. The other guy has the distinct flavor of lackey about him.

And guess what the very first word Des catches is? Yep.]

... eternal jade will have to be collected, then. [BACKGROUND NOISE BACKGROUND NOISE] arrange for assistance... [UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ] and make the exchange.

[Des has to avoid dancing towards the table to hear better, but he heard what he needed to. Just not what it has to do with the chick on stage... It's still enough to set his teeth on edge.

There's going to be an exchange. ...But where?

Damn this fucking club. He consoles himself with the fact that he has a lead and if he stays on top of these clowns somehow, then maybe he'll find something else out. He moves into the crowd and then comes out on the opposite side of the men. Because the noise of the club is just so much better on this side- it isn't. But if he's catching bits and pieces and waiting to see what the men or the woman on stage do next, he wants to avoid being in one place for too long. Best to look like his floating the club, flirting with everyone he sees, etc.]

Yes, it will take me a few weeks to secure some more... [LOUD DRUNK GUY YELLING IN DES' EAR. Meanwhile, guy in the suit is digging in his pocket to pull out a pen that he clicks to life. He reaches out for a napkin that's got a drink ring on it and flips it over.] Let's make it the 9th. [The other man seems to respond with something, but it's impossible to hear now that Des is... on the opposite side of him. But he gets to hear most of the response] Same time, yes.

I'll bring Zane. He loves a good show. [His face reads amused contempt as he smirks and stuffs the napkin into his own pocket and goes to down his drink.

And then there's a waiter in Des' face, with a tray, asking if he can get him anything.]

[Do not punch Drunk Guy. Do not start a fight in here. That would be bad. Des unclenches his fist and assures himself that one drunk idiot is not worth undoing all the BS he had to pull to get in here.

Great. He has a name. Liam's got people and there can't be that many friggin' Zanes in Chicago, let alone the damn US, so that was- Oh hi, waiter.]

I'm good. I have a drink- had a drink. It's somewhere right now, but that's okay. I'm good. Totally. [Yes, that is Des using some of the muddled-ness he hasn't been able to shake off to feign drunkenness.]

[The waiter eyes him warily, but seems thoroughly convinced and moves on to the table to touch up the guys' there. That serves as an interruption to their conversation however, and they clink glasses and focus back on the show with that predatory I've-got-a-secret look on their faces still, apparently done talking shop for now.

Meanwhile, the girl is finishing up her show up there, winding up back in the middle of the stage as she lowers her mic, eyes sweeping dramatically down as if the sadness of the world has proven too much for her after just one song and you're all shit out of luck. And sure enough, the curtain starts to fall again as everyone howls with a mixture of applause and disappointment and desperation for her to just come back and do a fucking encore already.]

[Well, that's all she wrote. Des hovers for a moment at the edges of the crowd and then decides to see if he can stumble his way to an exit- he doubts he's going to get anymore information and if he gets out before he gets knocked the fuck out and forgets everything... Well, good for him.

Now it's just a matter of sneaking along the way he came in to try to see if there's a way back out along the same lines.

Good luck with that, Des.]

[It's actually appallingly simple to get out of this place. No one stops Des as he heads for the exit, or makes his way out that door and back into that hallway with the little glow lights. However, he does get the strangest feeling that he's forgetting something...

Which really only grows as he moves away from the music, which becomes more and more muffled, and his head starts to feel the same way.*

*Will save of 15 or above, or memories start fading fast of ... everything that went on back there...]

[In which Des fails every wis check except one and it wasn't the important one and makes it outside. It takes him a few minutes to get over the hazy feeling, the sensation of...

The sensation of...

The... What was he doing?

He blinks, looks around, gets the impending sense of deja vu, but without all the fun of knowing why this is deja vu and then it occurs to him, BECAUSE THAT WAS THE WISDOM CHECK HE ACTUALLY PASSED. And he has to bite down on his fist to muffle a scream of fury.] Fuck.

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