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nicoelden

Gaaaaabe! [Nico spins around, looking around the space. He huffs out a breath and continues to move forward.] Gabe?!

monroepepper

Flustered, are we?

arabelle-bennet

Talk about a nightmare.

arabelle-bennet

Whatever. I just remember being chased through the forest and dropping my wand, then waking up sweating.

monroepepper

Doesn't sound that scary.

arabelle-bennet

Talk about a nightmare.

arabelle-bennet

Duchess?

monroepepper

Oh, c'mon. You've got to be used to that by now. You didn't answer my question.

arabelle-bennet

Talk about a nightmare.

I don’t think I’ll ever be sleeping again.

monroepepper

What was it about, duchess?

rayacorazon

Dance Like The River || Open

By the end of Raya’s night at the Magnolia Club, she was slightly sticky from sweat and spilled drinks and felt as if the makeup on her skin had been permanently absorbed into her pores. In the back room, she scrubbed her makeup off and got changed, ignoring the not so quiet jabs from the other dancers. The only reason she didn’t call them strippers flat out was because doing that meant that Raya would have to admit that a stripper was what she was, all she would ever be. She swallowed roughly at the thought and grabbed her bag before turning on her heel and walking out the door. With a glance to the watch strapped on her wrist, she realized that she only had a half an hour at the most before curfew, but there was something Raya wanted to do before going home, curfew be damned.

She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of a group of men behind her let out obnoxiously loud laughter while stumbling out the front door of the club. A scoff escaped from her lips at their drunkenness before she turned around and continued on her way. It wasn’t long before there wasn’t anyone else on the streets around her and Raya got to her destination. Just to be sure, her eyes flickered around the area before ducking into one of the abandoned buildings that was closer to the Upper Side than Raya should actually be. She had found the building a couple of weeks back and had went there every time the need to clear her head was present.

The strap of her bag slipped off her shoulder, and Raya lowered the bag to the ground, taking in the dusty space. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. It was big enough for her, and that was all that mattered. She bent down next to the bag and unzipped it, the sound echoing through the empty room. Inside, there was a radio that she pulled out and set on the ground. After making sure that the sound was down low, Raya turned it on and pressed play, the soft sound of classical music drifting around her as she kicked off her shoes and tied her hair up. Her eyes drifted close, Raya taking in the pace of the violin and piano before beginning to truly dance. She didn’t know how long she went on, body moving like water as she kicked and spun and twirled around the room, but her eyes remained closed for most of it.

So when she paused as the music slowed and pressed her hands to her stomach before pushing them over her chest and neck then raising them over her head to do a back bend, Raya’s eyes widen almost comically at the sight of someone standing in the door way. Before she could help herself, she collapsed and rolled over quickly, becoming covered in dust. “What are you doing here?” She asked as if they were in the wrong and not her for being so close to the Upper side. Raya glanced over to her bag where her wand was and noted that it was too close to the person to reach it before they did if they were going to harm her.

monroepepper

It had been a busy night at the Magnolia Club, and Pepper's shift felt longer than normal. She had almost no passion tonight; she normally enjoyed her job a little more than the average person, but tonight it was just a duty that needed to be filled. The smell of brass polish and cheap perfume overwhelmed her senses and made the night seem endless. The men were drunk, the other girls were snarky, and the music was blaring. Pepper's head pounded and she used her break to go backstage to take some aspirin. The carpeted floor in the dressing room behind the stage caught on the blonde's heels, though she was used to it.

Pepper entered the combination to her locker and the squeaky door swung open. As she went to grab the bottle of pain relievers, she spotted Raya out of the corner of her eye. The other dancer looked entranced, and was somewhat isolated, which was odd for the normally brash girl. Something about the situation sparked Pepper's interest, and a smirk crept onto her face. She kept an eye on Raya for the next few minutes, and noticed she was about to leave. Pepper took a quick glance around the dressing room to make sure no one was looking, and followed Raya out the door, making sure to leave quite a bit of space between them so she wouldn't be noticed.

Raya ended up heading towards the Upper Side, which intrigued Pepper. Why was she that close to the gates? As the two dancers--one oblivious to the other's presence--turned into the abandoned building, Pepper's brows furrowed. Even more peculiar than going near the Upper Side, they were at an abandoned building. Pepper stood outside, hidden but peering through the broken window. Within a few seconds, a radio was on the floor and soft classical music filled the open space of the room. Raya's dancing entranced Pepper; she had never known this side of the girl before. After of watching from a distance and feeling contently creepy for a few minutes, she went around to the front of the building and came through the shadows and into the doorway. A smirk played on her face, waiting to be noticed. Raising an eyebrow knowingly as her eyes met with Raya's, Pepper chuckled darkly and watched Raya roll out of the backbend and into a standing position. "I should be asking you the same," Pepper retorted in response to the question. Raya's fear was obvious, so she gave in and let her "freaky" persona down a little. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart."