Chapter 368 – Neon Lights

Chapter 368 – Neon Lights

John looked at the sign with disbelief. “Isn’t that the username you always use?” he wanted know. “And if ‘Ja’, coincidence or not?”

“Ja and not a coincidence,” Rave said and looked at the line in front of the entrance. Aside from the giant sign spelling out the name in neon letters, the building looked rather boring, just a brick building with black tinted windows. Judging by the people vanishing down some stairs, John deduced that the actual club was underground. “I always wanted to go here; it’s supposed to be the best club in the Abyss. Would dance it off, then pull some pretty boy off the dance floor, fuck him, shower, repeat.”

“I thought you didn’t sleep around a lot before me,” John said in a slightly hurt tone. He didn’t particularly like the image that was being conjured here.

“Ya KNOW that I didn’t sleep around before ya,” she bopped him on the nose and winked; “Ya saw my sex scores. Doesn’t mean this pretty girl can’t have a slutty vacation plan, ya know I was a bit of a perv before ya.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her toes, she whispered into his ear, “Happy to bring a boy with me on the dancefloor instead though, especially one so pretty,” and planted a kiss on his cheek. John had no further complaints. He was happy to be easily pleased sometimes.

“Seriously, can we address for a fucking second that John keeps getting hotter by the day!?” Eliza, who had enough of just watching them flirt, intervened while also angrily eyeing the crowd around them, as if the pure existence of these people was enough to justify an angry rant.

“It’s because I raised Charisma,” John, who already had this conversation, quickly summarized what he found the most probable explanation, “but it’s just slowly increasing because I am only 18 so I can still grow and stuff. I am also another centimetre taller, if you care about that.”

“I do, stop growing the fuck away from me!” the blood mage complained from her head level at his shoulders. “I need to jump to kiss you, that’s so fucking unfair!”

“He smells less good,” Nia voiced a whole different complaint.ÚpTodated novels on no(v)el()bin(.)com

“Yeah, sorry about that; Nathalia walked off without ever telling anyone where she got that body oil from, so I am currently going through different substitutes until I find something as good,” John explained, causing every single one of the girls to send a mental hate-prayer to the missing dragoness. “Anyway, we should get inside,” the only good smelling Gamer changed topics.

“With that line, it will take hours, Master,” Aclysia informed them. That was a factual observation. “I suggest we go for a lesser known club after all.”

“Noooo,” Rave declared, “I wanted to go in there for forever!”

“Mistress, I have to point out that we are looking at... a lot of people,” the weaponized maid kept saying.

“Mhm, I don’t feel like standing in line for hours in this cold...” John began but, upon seeing his girlfriend push forward her lower lip, stopped himself to think about this more carefully. It was so unfair when she pouted, the pinkness of her lower lip, bigger than the upper one, cutely folded outwards and leaving John with a pull at his heartstrings that he knew wouldn’t go away until he pleased her in some way. “You have me totally by the ropes, you know that?”

“Yu-p,” Rave’s face bloomed into a smile after popping the last syllable of her answer, “but it goes two ways, so it’s fine! I think that’s how having a relationship works.”

“Something like that, I guess,” John shrugged. They were happy, so it might as well have been. Then again, as a couple in a successful polyamory (rather widespread, one-sided polyamory on top of that) maybe they weren’t exactly normal. Actually, it was pretty much guaranteed that they weren’t normal.

The Gamer scanned the crowd from above for quick ways to get in. There was an obvious way, to just cut the line and bribe the guy keeping the gate. However, that was baseline going to be rude, and if it didn’t work, it would also be embarrassing. John didn’t want to act that way and had to admit that the thought of that becoming his public image was a rather strong reinforcement not to do it.

For Rave he kept that plan at the back of his head, to be enacted if there was no other way. “Hey, Eliza, your nose still works like some kind of supreme super dog’s, right?” he asked.

“Yes, are you calling me a bitch?” Eliza said and gave him a very much lewd smile.

“You are MY bitch, so just follow orders,” John said with a raunchy grin; “Do you smell anyone specifically to which the description ‘sweaty, smoky and minorly covered in alcohol’ fits?”

She did, and John rewarded her with a quick kiss on the lips before they followed after her, around the crowd and into an alleyway where the clubs kept their side entrances where vehicles parked to restock the establishments.

The goal was to find someone, preferably important, currently on a smoking break and bribe them while unseen instead. Would make the whole thing less public and potentially easier. Who they found was a man-bear hybrid, with a furred (otherwise naked) chest out of which human arms reached, the brown fuzz slowly fading over the course of his enormous biceps. His head was that off a bear, and he puffed smoke into the air and then took another hit from his thick cigar. It was a fascinating picture.

“Sure, whatever, as long as you all really just take one room,” the bartender answered in a mellow voice.

“Does it have a jacuzzi? This is important,” John asked. If there was one thing he loved then it was sitting in a jacuzzi, having a girl ride on his dick. Of course, these things were also great on their own, but combined they became awesome. Added bonus if he got a shoulder massage in the process.

“It does have a jacuzzi... okay, come with me; if she continues patting me, I will die of over-relaxation!” the bartender freed himself from the yoke of patting, and Nia made a miserable little squealing sound in her throat, none of her facial features shifting in the slightest. “Okay... five more minutes,” Barend lowered his head again.

Ten minutes later they entered the club through the back entrance. “Where the hell were you so long? You have a five minute smoke break, not an eternity!” somebody complained but then looked at John and his people following the bartender. “Who the hell are those.”

“Just a VIP,” (the P stood for pat-giver), “and some of her friends, get them a room.” The employee opened her mouth. “YES, just ONE room,” Barend barked at him, “I need to get back to my bar. You take care of that.”

“Well, come with me then,” the employee, a brunette elf in her apparent twenties (which other elves would probably have marked down as her looking like a fifty year old), guided them to the front desk. It was a bit weird to enter a building’s lobby from the working area, as the former was made to look as appealing as possible and the latter had dirty plates standing on barely cared for tables where the working people took their hastened meals in their breaks. There was a rather apparent difference in appearances.

Anyway, there were some people in the lobby who looked at him funny, but they either didn’t care enough or knew better than to ask what was happening. Through the glass doors, John could see the masses outside being guided down one of two flights of stairs. They split left and right from a walkway that ended at the desk he was now on the correct side off.

John looked at the floor with interest. There was a party of international fame going on underneath his feet, and yet he didn’t feel a single tremor from the bass or hear a single tone. Magical fuckery, obviously, but still interesting.

Barely registering the price (he just knew it was a lot, not that it mattered since he could basically print money), they went up to their room. John just wanted to check on what/where exactly they would retreat to when they retreated.

The answer was pleasant in multiple ways. First, it was situated just two doors down from the elevator that connected every floor. Second, it was on the 10th of the ten floors, meaning they had a nice view. Third, it did have a bed big enough for all of them, as long as the elementals didn’t want to cuddle as well. Fourth, it had a spacious bathroom with the promised jacuzzi.

Both Stirwin and Copernicus jumped out of their item forms, racing for a cushioned basket for animals sitting in one corner of the room. Of course, the cat outran the crocodile, and so Copernicus purred mockingly as he rolled himself together on the cushion, keeping one clawed paw out as a deterrent for the hatchling who slowly backed away.

“Ya not coming with me into the club, Cappy?” Rave asked, disrobing and throwing all of her clothes on the floor. Once naked she had Aclysia get out her clothes (the maid was carrying everyone’s luggage in her inventory after all) and looked at everything to pick something more fitting for dancing. John also left his hat and vest here; he had no problem going down there in a white shirt and suit pants, but the full set might have seen a bit too pretentious.

“No, too much noise, I will be sleeping here,” Copernicus declared and lowered his paw as Stirwin got picked up by Undine.

“Want to hang out with me in the jacuzzi?” she asked in her sing-song voice. The little crocodile’s snout eagerly waved up and down as he nodded.

“I’m staying here as well,” Gnome declared; “I don’t want to be... too many people and... yeah.”

“I will be waiting in bed for my master,” Aclysia said, “and take care of those staying if they so desire.” In short, people who didn’t want to dance at least wouldn’t be bored.

“I will check it out,” Eliza shrugged, “the fuck could go wrong?”

“You could break somebody,” John suggested; he didn’t feel the need to specify a bone or something else, it was entirely possible she could just break someone in their entirety. “Just stick close to me, just in case.”

“I am coming too,” Salamander declared. Sylph added her willingness to go along in so many words that she was talking about Hawaii by the end of it. Nia just attached herself to John, grabbing his arm without further commentary. Metra and Rave had already said they wanted to go.

“What about you, Siena?” John asked his shadow.

The nightmare elemental stuck her head out of her usual hiding place, “Go to a place where lots of artificial lights are flickering all over the place? I would much rather get bent over a stool and spanked by my next victim.” That was a clear denial.

Thus, the group parted either to check out the dancefloor or hang out in the room.