...in a close potential future...
It rained again, like always. Jako and his Crew came two rides. They parked a bit off, turned on the alarms and surveillance system not knowing if they had reception in the place. They walked through the night, vests below, slim 1911s concealed with no intention to drink anything else, but something usually only girls would order with a lot of cream best covering the fruits.
The place was in a cellar. They waited inline, cued as supposed being no regulars. It was quick, the Selector told everyone if they would fit or not and even let some have a look.
It worked, all walked out again except those he welcomed.
You look calm and easy. Usually, we don't have Skaters in here and everyone dresses up. That beanie?
Water resistant. I can take it off. ... Sir.
Okaaaayyyy.
Ahm, Yin Lee asked us to come by anytime actually.
Aehh?
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Her daughter had hurt herself on our spot and she came to pick her up.
Aahh. Yeah. You can have a look if you like.
Thanks.
The five guys walked by, entered the place down the stairs being watched as the only ones by the every single Bouncer eye. They moved differently.
The place was packed with neon lights, smoke filled the rooms and Euro Dance Floor music with a much heavier beat below pumped through the speakers. The Crew spread out a bit. Created distance, but stayed within the formation of the rides they came with.
Everyone checked their smart watches. Reception. Nice.
The place stretched out through a cellar across several rooms, some of them VIP with service. Upper Class to Mid Class clientele and a lot of from the Corporate World dressed up in an excuse of their usual corporate outfits. No business casual, but a an awful lot designer brands, printed Ts, cloth trousers and hardly any no skinny jeans.
The Crew looked remarkable different in what all thought was sneakers, but actually the lightest combat boots on the market, heavy duty cotton and hemp trousers in a wider than boot cut almost baggy style typical for the hardcore skaters they were and fine Shirts from the same underground brands all home made by some mum earning a few extra bugs. The pistols fitted in the pockets no matter their size and the vests did no show under the button up shirts, which were tailored and showed their Troll shoulders and muscles.
They had seen her immediately. At a side, on a stage, with no pole, but a bright visualization effects running screen she was dancing. She had said it was her place and I'd get a free drink. I could bring friends.
So, here we were. Deep in Corporate Elven territory.
