Tom
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ON> Upper District, The Cat Club
The electric thud of the dance beat shook the hearts of those that sat in the Cat Club, one of Funky City's premiere party establishments. Right outside the business district, the club was considered neutral territory, the near-constant FCPD patrols outside making clear that this was not a place to cause trouble.
Money flowed like the endless streams of alcohol that poured out of taps, kegs and bottles. Blacks, reds, greens, blues, golds, chains, anybody who had the cash could enter the Cat Club's hallowed halls. And that's what made this place special. Money made the rules in Funky City, and this multi-story building was the nexus of entertainment... of all forms.
Diesel, the huge-armed ID-SOL sat at the end of the bar, pounding drinks and raising a joyous ruckus, but even his shouts couldn't overcome the melodic, drumming melody of the club.
Jet sighed, looking around the club, having ordered a beer and nothing else for the time being. The loud music was grating on his nerves slightly and the buzz of the alcohol didn't help. The arm still ached but the bullet had been removed and it was on the road to healing; Jet brushed his hair over his right eye to hide the scar over from his injury years ago. He'd been in places like this before and this place was not different.
James was acting much in the same way. He had ordered a non-alcoholic Iced tea, bitter, from the bar as he sat down and pulled his over shirt tighter around himself. "Did you see Diesel on your way in?" He asked Jet.
Jet pointed down the bar to the ruckus causing ID-SOL at the end of the bar. "down there bud."
"Got any idea what he wants this time?" James asked, spinning around in the barstool to face toward the crowd and lean back against the bar as he waited on his drink.
"No clue, maybe to have a good time?" Jet suggested.
"By the way, you seen stoner around? I haven't seen him in a while." He added as an afterthought.
The bar was only a minute part of the gigantic room that was the first level of the club. Two-thirds of the 6000+ square foot room was dominated by the enormous marble-colored dance floor. The bar, however, was one long strip that ran across one of the walls to the building, with multiple Nepleslian, alien and robotic bartenders fulfilling every person's order within moments.
Countless cushioned stools stretched from near wall to the far, but the impeccable polished wood of the bar remained the same. Multi-colored lights shot through the smoke created by multiple fog machines in the ventilation.
A robot sat down a glass, which was quickly picked up by James and put to his lips. After a sip of the liquid the glass was lowered and a response formed, "I can't say that I have. Not for a while at least."
"Hmm hope he keeps is nose out of trouble" Dante said as he looked around the room checking out a few of the women in the bar, He wouldn't mind hooking up for a one night stand all this stress tended to cause that. But he wasn't holding out hope, would like a grey haired red eyed kid anyway.
With hundreds, maybe thousands of people in the single room, it was oddly well-suited for the crowd. Small sets of steps separated the two segments of the room and a wide avenue for pedestrian traffic made passage through the area relatively easy.
Diesel turned to face his scowling friends and laughed. "What, pussies, is the music too loud for ya?" he boomed out to the two.
"Not on your life Diesel!" Jet shouted back to him over the crowd. "Nothin' wrong with kickin back!"
James stayed silent for the moment, taking another sip of the tea.
Jet's eyes momentarily wandered to the swaying hips of a rather attractive barmaid and took another drink of his beer and looked around. "this place is fuckin' huge.."
The inebriated ID-SOL shook his head and stood up, swaying lightly as he walked to his fellow blacks. An oddly comical movement it was, best left to a hippopotamus obliviously knocking over shrubs and small trees. Unfortunately, in this case "shrubs and trees" meant people.
"You guysh don't know how to partayyy!" He said as he clasped the two by their shoulders.
"Maybe not but I'm enjoying myself all the same" Jet said. "'sides plenty of attractive barmaids here Diesel, surprised big guy like you aint got two of'em on yer arms like some big pimp" He laughed
James sat his drink down on the bar, not wanting to spill it on his white shirt. He then lifted the rather heavy arm on top of his shoulder and put it down on the bar.
Diesel used his suddenly free hand to snatch a bottle of liquor from the bar and chug it down. The gaping jaw of the ID-SOL pooled the liquid in his throat and, with a tilt of the head and a large burp, he engulfed it all. Then, slamming the bottle onto the table, he grinned at the two, liquor running down his chin at the sides of his lip.
"Yeash, the music is kidna loud here. You never been here befrore right?"
"Yeah my first time here." Jet said shaking his head in disbelief someone would down a bottle of hard liquor like that. "What's this place got outside of drinks and dancing?"
"I have not been here previously," James responded as he went back to his drink.
"Well, any clubs got loud dance-track-shit music. COME HERE LET'S GO!" He said as he motioned down the hall and started going.
Woe was it to be a person caught in the path of this ID-SOL.
"Knock yourself out." James said. "I will be fine here."
Jet just laughed as people dove out of the way of the drunk ID-SOL, "oh come on. Could be interesting" He said and got up brushing his coat back and tailed Diesel to see what he had in mind.
James simply remained at the bar.
The far wall had only elevators against it, at least a dozen which led to different levels of the club. Diesel made his way to the one on the farthest right, where two completely wired Nepleslians stood guard. They seemed more machine than human. Wires ran from their necks to their heads, sending countless impulses back and forth. Little else was visible beneath the huge red trench coats that enveloped them.
"Hey, you guysh. My friends here... where the FUCK is James!?" Diesel grumbled obnoxiously, still being able to count to two.
"He's down sulking at the bar." Jet said with a sigh, looking at the other guys.
The first wired man simply nodded. "Yes Diesel, your friends are permitted."
James sighed and put down his drink at the bar, thinking to himself that the music indeed was not loud enough. Compared to an IDSOL and some of the other crowd goers James wasn't very big but he still managed to worm his way through the crowd toward the source of the obnoxiously loud shout.
"THERE HE IS! HEY JAMES!" Diesel waved to the man. "OVER HERE!"
James continued to push through the crowd until he had reached the large IDSOL. "Yes, I see you," He said, barely audible above the roar of the crowd and music.
"bout time." Jet said looking at James then to Diesel. "alright what's in here?"
Satisfied with everyone present, the ID-Sol turned again to the wired Nepleslian, wiped the spittle off his face and puffed his chest out, forcing a distinguished, almost pompous look on his face. His beet-red nose didn't help. "Yes, dera friends, these are my associates..."
The first man interrupted him. "We know. They can go in."
The two parted in front of the group, never taking their eyes away from the dance floor. With an affirmative nod, Diesel stepped to the elevator and entered. it.
James follwed, heading to the back right corner of the elivador.
Jet followed Diesel in and leaned against the wall of the elevator. "So where's this go yo?"
"I have a few thoeries..." James started, "Both of which involve up and down."
The doors to the elevator slammed shut, surprisingly silencing the near-deafening noise outside. "We gonna go up. That's where the real fun starts."
Jet laughed. "James...that wasn't right." he said
With the push of a single button, the elevator began to climb the building.
"Apparently it is up," James said.
The ID-SOL started quivering a little, overtaken by a sudden emotion. "Guys, I just wanted to say man, that... you guys are real important to me, you know that? We've been through some weird shit together, but you guys really pulled through, man. I'm happy you're on board."
James looked over at Jet.
Jet shrugged. "Hey man, gotta stick together or get blown away right Diesel?" He smirked.
"Yeah..." A loud sniffle and Diesel wiped his nose with his forearm. "Sorry about that shit guys. Alcohol talking. I don't want to *** up the night." The elevator opened.
Jet laughed. "I've heard worse man... heard some guy propose to an alien an hour ago. pretty damn funny when he realized it." Jet said as he looked out of the doors to see where they were
The dramatic contrast of this room to the rest of the club immediately became apparent as they stepped inside. Soft jazz music floated into their ears, coming from an unknown source. The 30 X 30 foot room had a small bar manned by a robot in the corner. The dark red carpet complimented the black walls, causing the overhead lights to bleed into nothingness as they dissipated. There was a small dining-room table in the center of the room and red and black leather couches sitting against the far wall.
"You guys want anything to eat?â€
The electric thud of the dance beat shook the hearts of those that sat in the Cat Club, one of Funky City's premiere party establishments. Right outside the business district, the club was considered neutral territory, the near-constant FCPD patrols outside making clear that this was not a place to cause trouble.
Money flowed like the endless streams of alcohol that poured out of taps, kegs and bottles. Blacks, reds, greens, blues, golds, chains, anybody who had the cash could enter the Cat Club's hallowed halls. And that's what made this place special. Money made the rules in Funky City, and this multi-story building was the nexus of entertainment... of all forms.
Diesel, the huge-armed ID-SOL sat at the end of the bar, pounding drinks and raising a joyous ruckus, but even his shouts couldn't overcome the melodic, drumming melody of the club.
Jet sighed, looking around the club, having ordered a beer and nothing else for the time being. The loud music was grating on his nerves slightly and the buzz of the alcohol didn't help. The arm still ached but the bullet had been removed and it was on the road to healing; Jet brushed his hair over his right eye to hide the scar over from his injury years ago. He'd been in places like this before and this place was not different.
James was acting much in the same way. He had ordered a non-alcoholic Iced tea, bitter, from the bar as he sat down and pulled his over shirt tighter around himself. "Did you see Diesel on your way in?" He asked Jet.
Jet pointed down the bar to the ruckus causing ID-SOL at the end of the bar. "down there bud."
"Got any idea what he wants this time?" James asked, spinning around in the barstool to face toward the crowd and lean back against the bar as he waited on his drink.
"No clue, maybe to have a good time?" Jet suggested.
"By the way, you seen stoner around? I haven't seen him in a while." He added as an afterthought.
The bar was only a minute part of the gigantic room that was the first level of the club. Two-thirds of the 6000+ square foot room was dominated by the enormous marble-colored dance floor. The bar, however, was one long strip that ran across one of the walls to the building, with multiple Nepleslian, alien and robotic bartenders fulfilling every person's order within moments.
Countless cushioned stools stretched from near wall to the far, but the impeccable polished wood of the bar remained the same. Multi-colored lights shot through the smoke created by multiple fog machines in the ventilation.
A robot sat down a glass, which was quickly picked up by James and put to his lips. After a sip of the liquid the glass was lowered and a response formed, "I can't say that I have. Not for a while at least."
"Hmm hope he keeps is nose out of trouble" Dante said as he looked around the room checking out a few of the women in the bar, He wouldn't mind hooking up for a one night stand all this stress tended to cause that. But he wasn't holding out hope, would like a grey haired red eyed kid anyway.
With hundreds, maybe thousands of people in the single room, it was oddly well-suited for the crowd. Small sets of steps separated the two segments of the room and a wide avenue for pedestrian traffic made passage through the area relatively easy.
Diesel turned to face his scowling friends and laughed. "What, pussies, is the music too loud for ya?" he boomed out to the two.
"Not on your life Diesel!" Jet shouted back to him over the crowd. "Nothin' wrong with kickin back!"
James stayed silent for the moment, taking another sip of the tea.
Jet's eyes momentarily wandered to the swaying hips of a rather attractive barmaid and took another drink of his beer and looked around. "this place is fuckin' huge.."
The inebriated ID-SOL shook his head and stood up, swaying lightly as he walked to his fellow blacks. An oddly comical movement it was, best left to a hippopotamus obliviously knocking over shrubs and small trees. Unfortunately, in this case "shrubs and trees" meant people.
"You guysh don't know how to partayyy!" He said as he clasped the two by their shoulders.
"Maybe not but I'm enjoying myself all the same" Jet said. "'sides plenty of attractive barmaids here Diesel, surprised big guy like you aint got two of'em on yer arms like some big pimp" He laughed
James sat his drink down on the bar, not wanting to spill it on his white shirt. He then lifted the rather heavy arm on top of his shoulder and put it down on the bar.
Diesel used his suddenly free hand to snatch a bottle of liquor from the bar and chug it down. The gaping jaw of the ID-SOL pooled the liquid in his throat and, with a tilt of the head and a large burp, he engulfed it all. Then, slamming the bottle onto the table, he grinned at the two, liquor running down his chin at the sides of his lip.
"Yeash, the music is kidna loud here. You never been here befrore right?"
"Yeah my first time here." Jet said shaking his head in disbelief someone would down a bottle of hard liquor like that. "What's this place got outside of drinks and dancing?"
"I have not been here previously," James responded as he went back to his drink.
"Well, any clubs got loud dance-track-shit music. COME HERE LET'S GO!" He said as he motioned down the hall and started going.
Woe was it to be a person caught in the path of this ID-SOL.
"Knock yourself out." James said. "I will be fine here."
Jet just laughed as people dove out of the way of the drunk ID-SOL, "oh come on. Could be interesting" He said and got up brushing his coat back and tailed Diesel to see what he had in mind.
James simply remained at the bar.
The far wall had only elevators against it, at least a dozen which led to different levels of the club. Diesel made his way to the one on the farthest right, where two completely wired Nepleslians stood guard. They seemed more machine than human. Wires ran from their necks to their heads, sending countless impulses back and forth. Little else was visible beneath the huge red trench coats that enveloped them.
"Hey, you guysh. My friends here... where the FUCK is James!?" Diesel grumbled obnoxiously, still being able to count to two.
"He's down sulking at the bar." Jet said with a sigh, looking at the other guys.
The first wired man simply nodded. "Yes Diesel, your friends are permitted."
James sighed and put down his drink at the bar, thinking to himself that the music indeed was not loud enough. Compared to an IDSOL and some of the other crowd goers James wasn't very big but he still managed to worm his way through the crowd toward the source of the obnoxiously loud shout.
"THERE HE IS! HEY JAMES!" Diesel waved to the man. "OVER HERE!"
James continued to push through the crowd until he had reached the large IDSOL. "Yes, I see you," He said, barely audible above the roar of the crowd and music.
"bout time." Jet said looking at James then to Diesel. "alright what's in here?"
Satisfied with everyone present, the ID-Sol turned again to the wired Nepleslian, wiped the spittle off his face and puffed his chest out, forcing a distinguished, almost pompous look on his face. His beet-red nose didn't help. "Yes, dera friends, these are my associates..."
The first man interrupted him. "We know. They can go in."
The two parted in front of the group, never taking their eyes away from the dance floor. With an affirmative nod, Diesel stepped to the elevator and entered. it.
James follwed, heading to the back right corner of the elivador.
Jet followed Diesel in and leaned against the wall of the elevator. "So where's this go yo?"
"I have a few thoeries..." James started, "Both of which involve up and down."
The doors to the elevator slammed shut, surprisingly silencing the near-deafening noise outside. "We gonna go up. That's where the real fun starts."
Jet laughed. "James...that wasn't right." he said
With the push of a single button, the elevator began to climb the building.
"Apparently it is up," James said.
The ID-SOL started quivering a little, overtaken by a sudden emotion. "Guys, I just wanted to say man, that... you guys are real important to me, you know that? We've been through some weird shit together, but you guys really pulled through, man. I'm happy you're on board."
James looked over at Jet.
Jet shrugged. "Hey man, gotta stick together or get blown away right Diesel?" He smirked.
"Yeah..." A loud sniffle and Diesel wiped his nose with his forearm. "Sorry about that shit guys. Alcohol talking. I don't want to *** up the night." The elevator opened.
Jet laughed. "I've heard worse man... heard some guy propose to an alien an hour ago. pretty damn funny when he realized it." Jet said as he looked out of the doors to see where they were
The dramatic contrast of this room to the rest of the club immediately became apparent as they stepped inside. Soft jazz music floated into their ears, coming from an unknown source. The 30 X 30 foot room had a small bar manned by a robot in the corner. The dark red carpet complimented the black walls, causing the overhead lights to bleed into nothingness as they dissipated. There was a small dining-room table in the center of the room and red and black leather couches sitting against the far wall.
"You guys want anything to eat?â€