Who: Dev-Em and Open When: Evening What: Arrival and exploration Where: Near a club, in a club, and who knows where Rating: TBA but likely high Status: Incomplete.
There was a shudder, and a man stood in the alleyway, where no one had before. He wore a suit, and looked around, then nodded and ambled out of the alleyway. All was as he had expected.
The man in a suit wandered down the street. He looked for all the world like the squarest square that had ever squared. Slumped shoulders, grey suit, black shoes, a striped tie and a white shirt, all over a roundish face that showed an expression of tiredness.
The man wandered along, ambling toward the club, and getting in line. Many pointed and laughed, thinking him an easy mark, a sure-fire number to get tossed from the line, but the man paid no attention and waited his turn. at the door, he looked up and smiled. Before the force of that smile and what was in the man's eyes, the doorman paled and quickly waved the man in, wanting no trouble.
Others stared in sheer amazement as the doorman seemed to shudder after the square had gone into the club.
Inside, the man smiled as he surveyed the place, and wandered, still looking quite out of place, to the bar. He settled gently onto a stool and ordered a milk. The bartender stared at him and started to make an obscene comment, but the man looked up at him, fixing him with his eyes. This man, too, went pale, and quickly fetched the man's milk, promising him whatever he wanted.
The man nodded and turned to watch the club, face pleasant once more. The club was full of scantily clad women and men dancing together, and sometimes fucking together, right out in the open. The man shook his head, watching.
And behind his pleasant mask, Dev-Em grinned. This was fun!