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Perfectly Normal Chapter
Fifty Four
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Why do weekends make
me so lazy? Ugh. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell
Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J
ProPhile: Good luck with that getting back in a schedule thing… Morgan: *sad
stalk * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you for reading and reviewing when you can!
The LJ site is still up for those refugees from AFFN so… yeah, lol.
“I don’t
fucking believe this.” Rogue was sorely
tempted to dig her heels in as Jubilee plucked at her gloved arm, dragging her
towards the darkened doorway of the club. It had not been hard getting out of
the house en masse. Logan and Storm were too involved with Jacob
and Brian, the remaining two of the documentary crew who, according to what she
had heard, insisted they needed a few more pick up shots before they could
depart in the morning. Kitty had been
trepidatious but in the end, she just got in the car, her lips pressed into a
thin line, and remained silent for the entire drive into town. Jean was chatty,
something which freaked Rogue out a little.
“Jubilee, if we get busted…”
“We won’t,
if you stop running your mouth,” the petite gymnast replied tartly, reaching
the door and pausing. “Okay, you guys
ready?”
Amara
tossed her hair over her shoulder and sniffed disdainfully. “I will not stand for naked…bits…flopping in
my face.”
“You have
to tip extra for that,” Jubilee smiled maliciously, opening the door and
shoving Rogue in ahead of her. In contrast to the dark exterior of the club,
settled on a narrow, quiet street in Bayville’s warehouse district, inside it
was bright and noisy and seemingly packed to the gills with people, mostly
women, all trying to be heard over the music.
“This is
really a not good idea!” Kitty shouted near Jean’s ear. “I think we should leave!” She blinked as suddenly, a man who looked
just a few years older than them appeared at her side, smiling. “Uh…hi…”
“ID?” He motioned for them to produce said forms
and smiled at Kitty charmingly. “You new
here?”
Silently, Jean
slid her arm across Kitty’s shoulders and winked at the man. “She’s new to a lot of things.” Amara made a distinct choking noise and Paige
covered her lips to stifle a laugh but the man did not pursue his flirting. Satisfied that the IDs, mostly false, were in
order, he stepped aside to let the pass. “It’s like a gate into Hell,” Jean
said in what she thought was a quiet tone.
The music was giving her a headache and the sheer mass of humanity and
wide array of emotions and sensations was eating away at her psychic
walls. She felt nauseated.
“Bless your
Episcopalian heart,” Paige smiled and nudged Jean’s arm, her eyes going a bit
wide at the sight of the stage. “Dear
lord, I grew up on a farm and THIS is just wrong…”
Jubilee led
them to a table in the far back corner of the space, the only one open, and
brushed the debris left by the last occupants off onto the floor. “Okay,” she
said loudly, “we’re here to have fun so just sit down, watch and don’t use the
tens to tip unless they’re REALLY gifted.”
Kitty
meeped and slid in to sit between Rogue and Jean. She was nervous, to say the least, her
grandmother’s voice chiding her about good girls and what they do and don’t do,
but even in her twitchiness she knew Yaya would really just find the whole
thing funny. “You okay?” she asked
Rogue, hating the really bad techno music blaring as the various dancers made
their rounds of the stage before the show really started. “You look like you might kill someone.”
“Not at
this moment,” she replied tersely. “But
remind me again why we’re here.”
“Because,”
Jubilee answered for Kitty. “Look.” With a barely raised brow, she gestured to
Paige, who was blushing furiously and hiding another giggle behind her
hand. “When was the last time you saw
her NOT look like death on a cracker?”
There was a
pause, and a collective sigh from the females of the group within earshot. “There’s less embarrassing ways,” Jean
pointed out but did not seem to mind their location, at least not
outwardly. She was still pale and her
hands were barely trembling but she smiled and tucked her flaming red hair back
behind her ears with a girlish gesture. “I’ll
go get some sodas,” she shouted, sliding out of her seat and starting to wend
her way towards the bar.
“What do
you think’s happening at home?” Rogue asked Kitty, pointedly ignoring the
goings-on onstage. “Think they’re just
gonna kick those guys out tonight?”
“I hope
not!” Kitty answered before she could stop herself. At Rogue’s bemused look, she pressed on, “I
mean, I don’t want it getting around that we’re rude or something, ya know?”
she shrugged and toyed with a scrap of straw wrapper that had been left on the
table. “Just let them leave like they
planned in the morning…” After I get the
tapes…
Rogue
nodded, studying her fingers and wincing as Jubilee let out a loud whoop, the
stage lights going down for a brief moment only to blaze to garish life again
over a bass-heavy rendition of “I Put A Spell On You.”[1] Paige shrieked briefly as Jubilee pinched her
hard, and Rogue was relieved to see Jean returning with a waitress carrying a
tray of sodas. “Maybe we’ll get a
migraine and can go home early…”
“Somehow,”
Kitty said in an oddly choked tone, “I think we’re stuck here for a bit…” Her eyes widening, she nudged Rogue’s
shoulder, making her turn to look at Jubilee.
The man gyrating before their friend had to be at least thirty and was
in serious danger of violating a public decency law. Jubilee did not seem to care, however, and
silently Kitty thanked whichever god was listening that her friend was
eighteen.
“That,”
Rogue opined, leaning back, practically into Kitty’s lap, “ain’t right…”
[1] http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=445
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