WHO: Haley, Terra, and Layla WHAT: Haley and Terra are doing a little recon WHERE: Skin (Los Angeles) WHEN: Forward dated to late Friday Night WARNINGS: Probably language. And, I mean, it's a seedy uh. Club. So.
It wasn't a bad gig as far as recon assignments went. Haley had needed a fake ID to get into the joint, and it wasn't exactly the type of club she would normally hang out in willingly, but she wasn't about to complain when the usual Animorph information gathering included things like turning into cockroaches and investigating yeerk pools. If you shined a black light in here it was probably as dirty as a yeerk pool entrance, but she wasn't about to dwell on that.
Instead, their main objective for the night was to blend in and be nosy. That was something Haley could do easily. Well, at least the nosy part. Terra was a little better at blending in than Haley was. The youngest Williamson, like her older sister, had a mouth on her that tended to get her in trouble if she wasn't kept in check, which wasn't exactly conducive to getting information in a club known to be frequented by Resistance members. Terra was always good for the necessary kick under the table or stern look to keep her big mouth from blowing things.
"Beer please," She gestured to the bar tender as she slid onto a stool, hair done in curls, make-up overdone to fit in with the night crowd. She had heels on, and a marvelously slutty little black dress that she'd enjoyed shopping for a couple of days before. As action-craving as Haley was, nobody ever underestimated her ability to shop and pull together an outfit. Tonight, she'd done the same for Terra, helping her friend dress the way they needed to dress. She'd tried to be considerate about how Terra wasn't so much the fashionista as Haley was, but it was hard. She liked dressing people up.
"Okay," She dropped her voice low so only her friend could hear her. "See anybody suspicious?"