spilledcoffee
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The hour was late, nearing 1am, when Kora entered the nightclub.
The interior of the building was dark, gloomy if not for the rows upon rows of neon-coloured fairy lights decorating the walls, which transformed the atmosphere to one of infinite possibility. The building was large, but not large enough for what it contained. Immediately across from the entrance was a bar, haphazard in its assembly but glittering with bottles and jugs of all sizes containing a multitude of concoctions, and manned by at least five - no, six - individuals. To the left of the bar was a makeshift gambling den, a pit of cobbled together tables, torn cards, mismatched dice, and individuals hungry for a win. To the right of the bar was the dancefloor, at this point a writhing sea of sweaty bodies, high on the combined exhilaration of alcohol and the thumping beat of the music. The maze of the building continued past the dancefloor, with corridors leading to private rooms which could be rented out for whatever purpose. Pomegranate, the busiest and most exclusive nightclub in the Underworld territory, was a den for all things dark and illicit.
At either side of Kora as she entered the club, arms linked together, were Daphne and Echo; Daphne, a lithe-limbed spitfire with dyed-pink hair, and Echo, tall like a willow tree and just as graceful. The trio had shed their usual garments for more stylish clothing, and were dripping in silky-soft fabrics that slid down their bodies and hugged at their curves. Daphne had a talent for finding and repurposing remnants from Before, and had coaxed Kora into a dress made of black velvet, with a draped collar and a slit up the left thigh, revealing soft, pale skin that barely saw the light of day. The dress was a far cry from Kora’s usual garb of ponchos and jeans, worn for their utility in the harsh outdoor conditions rather than anything else; but it was surprisingly comfortable and well-fitting, and filled Kora with a sense of confidence unlike anything she’d experienced before - and Gods knew, the daughter of Demeter needed it.
Kora froze to the spot almost as soon as she walked through the doors, and Daphne had to gently drag her out of the way and over to the bar, where they found a spot to perch near the end. Kora’s dark green eyes, the colour of moss wet from morning dew, stared out across the crowd, lingering on each individual for only a few seconds before flitting to the next. It was unlike anywhere she had been before, and filled her with a sense of dread and wonderment.
“Are you guys sure this is a good idea?” Kora’s voice was soft, melodic, with a hint of panic running underneath. “I…there are a lot of people here. What if we’re seen? What if we’re caught?”
“We might be,” Daphne responded bluntly, unhelpfully, as she passed a glass of clear liquid to Kora, who accepted it automatically. “But who cares? Kora, we made it here - we managed to get away - of course there will be consequences, but for one night at least, can’t we just forget about that and have fun?” Daphne’s hand snaked down to clasp Kora’s, and she looked at her with a plea in her eye that Kora could not resist. Recently, Daphne had begun to show evidence of powers; she had always had an affinity with water, but over the past weeks had mastered the ability to purify it, if only in small quantities. Soon she would be put to work within Cultivation, and guarded even more closely. Daphne saw this evening as her last chance at a night of freedom. Kora let out a soft sigh and took a sip of her drink, which looked innocuous but still burned enough to make her grimace.
“Fine. Fine, you win. But just be careful, okay?” Daphne grinned wickedly down at Kora and pressed her lips to her cheek.
“When am I not? Now let's have some fun! Bottoms up!” Obligingly Kora downed her drink, grimacing and choking but also laughing, as she allowed Daphne and Echo to pull her towards the dancefloor.
The interior of the building was dark, gloomy if not for the rows upon rows of neon-coloured fairy lights decorating the walls, which transformed the atmosphere to one of infinite possibility. The building was large, but not large enough for what it contained. Immediately across from the entrance was a bar, haphazard in its assembly but glittering with bottles and jugs of all sizes containing a multitude of concoctions, and manned by at least five - no, six - individuals. To the left of the bar was a makeshift gambling den, a pit of cobbled together tables, torn cards, mismatched dice, and individuals hungry for a win. To the right of the bar was the dancefloor, at this point a writhing sea of sweaty bodies, high on the combined exhilaration of alcohol and the thumping beat of the music. The maze of the building continued past the dancefloor, with corridors leading to private rooms which could be rented out for whatever purpose. Pomegranate, the busiest and most exclusive nightclub in the Underworld territory, was a den for all things dark and illicit.
At either side of Kora as she entered the club, arms linked together, were Daphne and Echo; Daphne, a lithe-limbed spitfire with dyed-pink hair, and Echo, tall like a willow tree and just as graceful. The trio had shed their usual garments for more stylish clothing, and were dripping in silky-soft fabrics that slid down their bodies and hugged at their curves. Daphne had a talent for finding and repurposing remnants from Before, and had coaxed Kora into a dress made of black velvet, with a draped collar and a slit up the left thigh, revealing soft, pale skin that barely saw the light of day. The dress was a far cry from Kora’s usual garb of ponchos and jeans, worn for their utility in the harsh outdoor conditions rather than anything else; but it was surprisingly comfortable and well-fitting, and filled Kora with a sense of confidence unlike anything she’d experienced before - and Gods knew, the daughter of Demeter needed it.
Kora froze to the spot almost as soon as she walked through the doors, and Daphne had to gently drag her out of the way and over to the bar, where they found a spot to perch near the end. Kora’s dark green eyes, the colour of moss wet from morning dew, stared out across the crowd, lingering on each individual for only a few seconds before flitting to the next. It was unlike anywhere she had been before, and filled her with a sense of dread and wonderment.
“Are you guys sure this is a good idea?” Kora’s voice was soft, melodic, with a hint of panic running underneath. “I…there are a lot of people here. What if we’re seen? What if we’re caught?”
“We might be,” Daphne responded bluntly, unhelpfully, as she passed a glass of clear liquid to Kora, who accepted it automatically. “But who cares? Kora, we made it here - we managed to get away - of course there will be consequences, but for one night at least, can’t we just forget about that and have fun?” Daphne’s hand snaked down to clasp Kora’s, and she looked at her with a plea in her eye that Kora could not resist. Recently, Daphne had begun to show evidence of powers; she had always had an affinity with water, but over the past weeks had mastered the ability to purify it, if only in small quantities. Soon she would be put to work within Cultivation, and guarded even more closely. Daphne saw this evening as her last chance at a night of freedom. Kora let out a soft sigh and took a sip of her drink, which looked innocuous but still burned enough to make her grimace.
“Fine. Fine, you win. But just be careful, okay?” Daphne grinned wickedly down at Kora and pressed her lips to her cheek.
“When am I not? Now let's have some fun! Bottoms up!” Obligingly Kora downed her drink, grimacing and choking but also laughing, as she allowed Daphne and Echo to pull her towards the dancefloor.