Club Step

The crate Bliss used for her tablet shook with the trembling of the building beneath her. The constant vibration from the regular beats could be bearable enough with their predictability, but the static vibration once the beat dropped led to the screen giving her more trouble than solutions. Her black gloved fingers tried to keep up with her tasks. Sitting on top of a club may have proved to be mistake number one, but the night still kept its schedule open for the creation of new mistakes. "I knew heat rose, but I wasn't sure about terrible music." Bliss checked to see two dots inside of the room she monitored move into the locations designated as "red" zones. A hooded sweatshirt was zipped up over Bliss' torso with a little bit of a black bow slipping out. A short, black pleated skirt sagged across her thighs, dropping to the tip of her black boots. "I can now confirm terrible music also rises."

"The beat isn't bad." A slender Japanese woman with auburn, shoulder length hair pushed through the crowd with a baseball bat sized duffle bag on her back. A pleated yellow skirt hung just above the middle of her thigh over a black leotard. Her gloves and boots both glowed with the same yellow as her skirt and a bright yellow bow rested on her chest and the back of her skirt. "It's not as good as the last song though-"

"There is no difference between any of these songs." Bliss chirped back more quickly than her fingers could work on the moving tablet. "Stay focused on getting backstage and finding that stupid track with the thing on it."

"Bliss, that is a terrible set of directions." On the other side of the dance hall, a tall red headed woman stuck out like a sore thumb among the regular population. With a much less flashy dress style (that did not border on copyright violation), Abby stepped along the VIP sections in a white, ankle high boot wearing a black sleeveless dress with the hem falling a few inches above her knee. "We need to find a track. What is that track on? A USB? A laptop?"

"It's a track." Bliss pushed the headset closer to her ear. "A track."

"Stop saying the part we know." Bonnie pushed herself past two young men, whom took an immediate attraction to her. "What device is it on?"

"It's. A. Track."

"You don't know what it is on?" Abby kept her distance from the most crowded parts of the club, ultimately leading her towards the restrooms. "Bliss, just get down here."

"I'm coming down right now!" Bliss pushed the tablet in her bag. "I'm coming down there, doing everything, then kicking both of your asses!"

Bliss tied her hair back in a ponytail and moved to the side of the building, climbing down a back pipe to the alley floor. Instead of following her early idea of going through the front, Bliss thought back to her position on top of the club. She looked up to get a coordinate on which side of the building she found herself outside of, then began to think through to where the door in front of her would lead. And, how close would it put her to showing up her two slacking operatives.

A telekinetic pop opened the door in front of Bliss, leading her through a side hall, and out to overlooking the club hall. Even though she entered through the first floor, the dance floor sat a floor under her. From the railing of the hallway Bliss currently looked over, Bliss could see the dance floor, the stage just in front of it, the VIP sections on the sides of the room, as well as several VIP rooms on the floor she currently resided on, and a three story bar with vantage points clear enough to see the entire club. "Time for a drink."

"Bliss stay sober." Bonnie's voice rang in Bliss' ear.

"Yeah, Bliss, if you drink, you'll probably get captured and compromise the entire-"

Bliss pulled the ear piece out, subjecting herself to the full blast of the terrible music. "Time for a drink." And Bliss entered the midlevel bar.

"Another round of drinks sounds good!"

Travis exclaimed, slamming his hand down on the bar table.  He had just started his party night and already found himself in the company of beautiful women standing around him as the bartender slid him another drink.  Tonight he found himself in Japan, why?  He was employed to do some work here, but he couldn't really remember what.  He didn't even know what he was doing in this club, he felt as if he had a job to do, but he had already take'n a couple shots and had forgotten most of the events the occurred in the last hour.  

But there he was sitting on a bar stool in a Japanese club, surrounded by women he'll try to get lucky with that night.  He ran his hand through his long brown hair and downed another shot.  He was wearing his usual, brown trench coat, grey shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of DC kicks.  He was clean shaven, something he rarely was and even had showered in the past 5 hours.  He was pretty fresh that night, the only blemish being his scar that marked his face...  But he wasn't worrying about that, no he was worried about women and partying.  

The bar stools to his left and right were empty, the only empty ones on the whole table.  3 pretty women stood around him as he flittered with each of them.  He didn't even understand what they were saying, but he, in the words of Jason Derulo, only needed to know when they were talking dirty to him and he knew that.

"Tender!  Another shot!"

Travis shouted pointing to his empty glass.  The bartender moved over and filled it again, yes this was a good night...  Except, he was suppose to be doing something...  Guarding something?...  He thought to himself as one of the girls started to put her hands on Travis' chest, immediately pulling him away from his thoughts.


It was going to be an interesting night.

Trouble slid down the side of the bar in a yellow drink. A stern black glove intercepted it without committing a major party foul. The confluence of liquors swirled under the top down lighting, hinting at the brown shading of the apricot brandy. Bliss pushed the drink to her lips and embraced the crunk. "This zombies bringing me back to life."

"A zombie!" Abby's voice blasted through the ear piece Bliss put in her pocket. "Why don't you just challenge a sumo wrestler to tequila shots?"

"Depends on who's paying." Bliss pulled the piece out, letting her talk into the device while staring at her drink. "Last time I checked, you two had a job to do."

"I'm not driving you home. You can get a cab." Bonnie leaned against a wall in a side hallway, keeping her voice down. "I wish I knew the layout of this place, so I could know if the track is around here. But, then again, Bliss doesn't know where the track is, so-"

"It's a track." Bliss raised her voice well beyond the point of successful subterfuge. "How hard can it be to find? Find a computer, or a USB, or you know, whatever."

"Bliss, what happens if they play the track before we find it?" Abby disappeared from sight, sneaking past a bouncer to make her way into a back hallway on the opposite side of Bonnie.

The glass in front of Bliss presented Bliss with a philosophical question: was the glass empty, or just soon the be full. Bliss tapped on the bar front with her glass. "This needs to never be empty. Ever." Her eyes darted to the left, then the right. "Oh right, a question. The ear piece will block out the track. Just keep it in your ear and you're- oh that looks amazing." Bliss embraced the return of her drink.

Travis stood up, his mind wandering from wanting to drink more to wanting to take the women on his arms home.  He grabbed ahold of the girls and started to walk them out.  The beat of the music was deafening and being on the ground floor certainly made it worse.  They reached the stairs and began to climb them.  As they reached the top Travis spotted a girl that made him forget about the three ladies surrounding him.  Ponytail?  Check!  Mini skirt?  Check!  Getting Drunk?  Hell yeah!

Travis pushed aside the women on his arms causing them all to frown and cuss at him in languages he didn't even have a clue were.  He made his way over to Bliss' location on the bar and slyly propped himself up against the long table and attempted to seduce her,

"Girl, you light me up more than the dance floor."

He stared at her eyes from the side, making a motion toward the dancing lights on the bottom floor.  Travis was confident, too confident. He wanted to get lucky, but was about to get something completely different.

Bliss switched off her headset like any great communicator would. If someone wanted to get in contact with Bliss, they could use smoke signals- or come up and lay down a line. "Yeah, I know. I'm cute as fuck." Bliss kept her attention on her drink, isolating her gaze away from Travis. "That line needs a little something else. Right now you're straying away from the details of why being lit is up good for me. I'm just not feeling it. You're almost at the point of getting a participation trophy, but just not quite there."

Bliss' cell phone hummed across the table singing it's ring. With a new stimuli to place her focus, Bliss flipped her phone into her palm and squinted at the screen.

I know you turned your communicator off. Put it back on and tell Bonnie where she is going! We're both wandering around back her and Bonnie isn't really dressed for blending in with crowds!

"Hold on." Bliss pushed her seat back and put one finger, that she saw as three, towards Travis. "I gotta turn my headset on. People can't do simple jobs and thwart plans to brainwash people unless I am doing everything for everyone at all times." Fidgeting around with the device finally got the device to come back online, but the coordination to get it in her ear took a moment more than it should have.

"Bliss!"

And the ear piece came out of Bliss' ear. "Apparently it involves screaming to. I'm gonna go to the VIP section now. I'm Bliss, and I can do whatever I want and no one can stop me. Later guy-dude; off to be a hero."