2. Pour me another: your muse gets my muse drunk (for whatever intentions they desire)
The sidewalk outside the new club wasn’t too crowded, it was mainly just people chatting and sucking nicotine like they could somehow make their blood even less appetizing to the cryptid. After silently thanking a god they didn’t believe in that they lacked a nose, they walked past the bouncer who, to his credit, didn’t stare at the reptile, and went to pay at the desk.
ⓧ The new club that had just opened up down town had personally sent Doop an invite. As a VIP guest, he had privilege to $50 worth of free drinks, which he had already taken advantage of $20 himself.
The DJ was busy at the head of the bar putting songs in the queue while the multicolored lights flashed around the dark nightclub. As Sia’s voice carried through the speakers, the base of the song being played from the song seeming to shake everyone down to the core, Doop watched through his sunglasses as bodies moved in rhythm to the music. Arms intertwined, legs crossed and hips touched.
Pushing past a group of girls with drinks spilling out of the side of their glasses as they giggled at Doop, a rush of cold brought forth the presence of more people coming in from outside. Catching sight of a green-skinned creature much like his own, his wide eyes narrowed behind sunglasses, and he floated with determination to the figure.
“ Ʊค͒ч ° ̻ꈯƱα̻a α^ค ͒ч𝓾𝓷 ° “ he started, snatching up the figure by the arm, but froze when he saw that he did not recognize the other. “ 𝓾𝓷Ʊ ° ̻ꈯαȝ̻a ° 𝕒𝓾𝓷 ͒ч𝓾𝓷Ɩ\͒ ơ𝓾𝓷 ̻a𝓾𝓷 ̻aƱค ɒ̻คαᑭ̸ ơ^α͒ч 𝒥 ̵oƱ𝓾𝓷𝓾𝓷E̥ ° “