Heaven Forbid: Club

Dee and Madeleine exploited most of their contacts trying to get a location on Amandah. But the Immortal proved to be challenging to find. They knew already that Brandon wouldn’t have known anything about what they needed. It had become abundantly clear that they were down to their last option.

Angel Augustus Saint John owned a nightclub off the Las Vegas strip for the tragically trendy. It was kind of a ruse for what she really had her hands in. Angel was a treasure hunter; except she dealt in artifacts, relics, and information. They’d asked for her help in the past only to have to deal with her less than stellar attitude. Still they were desperate enough to try her again.

The line outside of the club had been wrapped around the corner. The chilly Vegas night seemed a little much for the scandalously dressed parishioners. Thin women wrapped their waists with coats and sweaters, trying to stave off the night air from their bare legs. Men waited in fishnet shirts and mesh praying for the wind not to move or gust.

Madeleine’s arms were folded as the two of them waited near the front of the line. She’d spend the better part of the day lecturing Dee for her earlier behavior. “We’ve all got fears Dee, but you don’t have to be a wimp about it,” she said. Dee’s back was turned the whole time. “You think I would have done that?”

With a sigh Dee turned back, “I don’t know,” she paused in an abrupt fashion. “Did you happen to catch that guy in the clown outfit.”

Madeleine darted across in front of another person in the line and got behind Dee. The other person was visibly angry as Madeleine turned back to Dee, “Keep him away from me,” her words were garbled together.

“Way to face your fears,” Dee said.

Madeleine backed away from Dee some, “Just hilarious, Dear.”

“Jeez, if you’re going to ride my ass hard at least have the common decency to give my hair a tug or at least a tap on the bum…” Dee’s reply was laden with sarcasm.

After a few moments Madeleine glanced down at her dress, “Do you think they’ll let us in this place?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” asked Dee.

Madeleine glanced around, “You don’t have ID although your gigantic rack might work in our favor.”

Dee pressed her breasts up and together, “Do you really think notice these?”

Madeleine stared in disbelief, “Notice? How could they not notice? They’re larger than the bloody Royal Navy!”

“They’re not that big,” Dee glared down at her chest, “But maybe if I poke them out someone will notice.”

“Someone has to notice,” Madeleine said, “Because with how I’m dressed we’ll not get in.”

“It’s not that bad—we just need to slut it up some,” Dee said.

Without asking Dee dropped to her knees and grabbed the bottom of Madeleine’s skirt. She reached up under her shirt sleeve with her other hand and plucked out a miniature flat throwing knife. In one clean cut she slit down the side of the dress. She took the bottom up to mid-thigh level.

“What the Hell?” Madeleine jumped back as Dee finished.

“I’m going to bring out a little more of your best assets here,” Dee said.

“You could have asked first,” Madeleine said as she frayed her skirt out to examine it.

Dee sighed, “You need to lighten up, I did you a service there.” Dee took a long look at her friend’s dress, letting her eyes flowing up the length of the skirt, “Your dress was all down past your knees and stuff.”

Madeleine shook her head, “You’re so bad,” she said, “It’s going to catch up to you.”

With a roll of her eyes Dee turned back, “Look, we’re almost at the front of the line.” She pointed to the three girls and one guy ahead of them who were speaking with the bouncer.

The girls looked as if they must have been using fake identification to get in. One of them didn’t appear to be over the age of fifteen. She was little and blonde with a white top that had a low cut neckline. Her badly applied caked on makeup clearly ended before her clothes began.

The bouncer waved the group through and waited as Dee and Madeleine approached the front of the line. Madeleine clammed up, straighten her arms down at her sides. Dee glanced back at her and when she noticed her friend’s slight grimace. In a moment of hasty thinking, Dee reached back and grabbed Madeleine around the waist and pulled her close.

Madeleine glared over at her and as Dee stepped up to the bouncer, all the while making sure to push her chest out the way Madeleine had mentioned. She smirked seductively, to the best of her ability, “Could you see if you could work us in, maybe.” She ran her hand down the side of her neck and then down over her chest. Her white oxford was unbuttoned until about the halfway point.

The bouncer stared down at her body and then over at Madeleine, “You and your girlfriend.” He gestured for them to go into the club.

Dee pulled Madeleine through the small rope gateway and they walked down into short stairwell that led down into the basement club. As they took the steps the music from the club grew louder and more discernable.

Madeleine pulled away from Dee, “I don’t know about this, we could get in a lot of trouble in a place like this. Not to mention that we’re technically here illegally—what do you think God would do if he knew we were going to enter a miniature version of Sodom and Gomorrah to entreat someone that he utterly doesn’t trust to help us on a mission of the utmost importance…”

“You’re rambling again, Madeleine,” Dee said, “Calm the fuck down, I’ve got this.”

They made their way into the club and were instantly bathed in soft purple light that filled the place. The music was loud and the bass vibrated deep in their chests as they made their way past the bar, Madeleine looked all around, “The forgot to mark our hands?”

“Because we’re fucking hot,” Dee smiled over at her and then pointed at a pair of guys standing a little ways up next to a table. The one guy was tall and dark skinned with a muscular body and arms that were probably almost as wide as Madeleine. He was pointing at Madeleine and then talking to his friend.

The friend was a slender white guy with blonde hair and a smile plastered on his face, he waited as he was whispered to and then turned back to respond. Madeleine sighed, “What do you suppose they’re saying?”

“Not sure,” Dee said, “I was going to ask you which one you wanted but I think one of them already picked you.”

Madeleine pushed ahead, “Come on, we’ve got work to do,” her voice wavered.

Dee latched on to Madeleine’s arm and pulled her towards the dance floor. The club was dark and the air smelt of stale liquor and cheap perfume. The dance floor was raised up above the rest of the club on a plateau out past the bar and surrounded by tables on all sides. In the middle of the large floor was the DJ booth and a cage with a girl dancing in it.

The two of them had never come into this club during its business hours, so it was kind of hard for them to fathom a place they’d only seen when it was empty during the day with all the normal lights on being like this.

“Where are you taking me?” Madeleine asked.

“We have got to dance at least once,” Dee said, “We’ve snuck into our first club!”

Madeleine shook her head, “Will you quiet down before you get us arrested!”

“We can teleport out of the squad car or the jail…what the Hell does it matter?” asked Dee.

“Dee,” Madeleine sighed.

Before she could properly react the large black guy stepped in and touched her on the side of her arm, “Excuse me Miss, would you like a drink?”

Madeleine turned to face him, her green eyes went wide and she just stared combing her fingers through her hair. Dee leaned forward, “Talk to him, I’ll try and see if I can find Angel.”

As Dee walked away Madeleine shot her a dark glance and then turned back to the gentlemen in front of her. He was smiling at her out of the side of his mouth and he added to his original offer, “Any drink you want…”

Without a second thought Madeleine said, “Patron and Sprite.”

The guy took her hand lightly and pulled her away slowly, “My name is Brian, by the way.”

“I’m called Madeleine,” she had to speak up over the music.

“So you’re British?” he gave a delighted smile, “What brings you to the states?”

Madeleine searched around for Dee as she spoke, “I go to college in another city…but came to Vegas on business more or less, you?”

“I was born in the States,” he said with a chuckle as he leaned down on the bar.

“Sorry, I’m not good at this,” Madeleine said.

“Don’t get out much?” Brian glanced back over his shoulder to see if the bartender was done yet.

“I work a lot, I really just got drug out here by my friend,” Madeleine said.

“Yeah, my friend won a contest and he begged me to come to Vegas with him,” he said.

“Where are you from originally?” she asked.

“I live in a little town out on the coast of Texas, Lake Jackson—I’m studying to be a Marine Biologist out there,” he said.

Madeleine laughed slightly, “Small world, I live in Houston.”

Brian chuckled at her reply, “Wow, kind of crazy,” he turned back to the bartender, “Cherry Vodka Sour and the lady will have a Patron and Sprite.”

Madeleine stepped closer to the bar and put her fingertips up on the countertop, “I haven’t had a drink in a pretty long time.”

His smile spread wide and he was quiet for a moment. Over the boom of the music glasses clanked together behind the bar as the bartender rushed back and forth. Brian watched for a moment and then dropped a five dollar tip into the tip jar on the bar-top.

The drinks were placed in front of them and Madeleine picked hers up drinking from it in a hurry. She finished half of the glass before stopping.

“Slow down there,” Brian laughed.

“Sorry, I’m just kind of—thirsty,” Madeleine said.

He caressed the side of her bare arm, “Relax a little, you’re kind of wound up.”

Madeleine sipped her drink now, “I must look so stupid!”

“You look fine,” Brian started, “You know you’ve got really pretty eyes.”

Madeleine finished the drink and placed it on the counter, putting the napkin she’d had wrapped around it down in the glass, “Look,” she started, “I know this place pretty well…and the owner. I imagine you’ve only come here for one thing?”

“I came here to dance with a beautiful girl—and I think I just found one,” he took her by the hand.

“Shit,” Madeleine hissed under her breath.

Brian stopped, “What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing, but you want to try that dance, because I have to warn you—I don’t actually dance,” Madeleine said.

“It’s okay, you’re a woman,” he said as they walked, “women don’t have to dance well, they just have to look good.”

As Madeleine laughed she glanced up to see if she could find Dee, she was even more nervous now. She’d been left alone without a safety net or plan for escape. When she thought about it this was one of the few situations she wasn’t ready for. Men.