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Ivan did not know why he let that Frenchman and self-proclaimed Prussian bring him to this place. He guessed he must have been bored at the time, plus suffering from some sort of headache that clouded his better judgment. The place they were currently in was a medium sized bar, one of the old fashion kind, with a nice size stage off to the side to the left of the bar itself. On the stage was a set of three microphones, in the back was two large red velvet colored curtains, most likely hiding more rooms in the back.
From what Ivan had gathered, it was not too special in any way shape or form besides the rather odd balls here and there working the place.
“So, are you ready to have fun mon ami?” Francis spoke up; slipping a bit into his native tongue at the end, a little quirk of his Ivan had noticed when the Frenchman had some sort of plan in mind, which was normally not a good thing. “Da, I am, however I am a bit curious as to why you bought me here comrade.” The Frenchman gave a sly grin that made Ivan quirk an eyebrow at the man.
“Ah, you see, going out to a bar together is something you do with friends, oui? And Since I consider you a friend, then it is a must that we should do this every so often.” Francis quickly explained, which sounded a bit suspicious to the Russian. However, he thought about it, and it would be nice to take a break in between his everyday to day life occasionally to go out, and since the drinks (this time) were on Francis, then it would be no problem to go with this for a while.
Suddenly the lights in the bar dimmed to a very low lighting, making it hard to see, spotlights lit up the stage at this time, showing just the curtains. A man came out and walked over to the microphone in the middle of the stage. He had wavy shoulder length hair that was of a medium brown color. His shiny green eyes showed nervousness to those who could read the emotions easily.
“Good evening and welcome to Starlight Club, I‘m your host for the evening, Toris Laurinaitis.” Toris spoke; his voice was strong yet a bit on the timid side. “For tonight’s line up, we have many talents to show, starting with…”
At this point Gilbert appeared out of nowhere next to Francis with a grin the size of a plate, giving the Frenchman a wink and a thumps up. Francis smiled back, so far, his plan was going well.
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In a backroom, behind the curtains. A sunny blonde girl walked back and forth. She wore a short sapphire dress that went just a few inches blow her thighs, white stockings covered her legs while a pair of black boots went up and covered her calves, her hair was short, reaching to the bottom of her jaw with two twin star hair clips holding her bangs back away from her face.
“Ally, are you ready yet?” A quiet voice called into the room, bringing Ally out of her thoughts. Turning to face the source of the voice, her sky blue eyes landed on her younger sister Madeline. The younger girl had on a plain white button up dress that reached down to her knees, a dark red, thick belt wrapped around her slender waist. She had forgo the stocking unlike her sister and wore lacy white socks that came up to her ankles and had black Mary Jane’s on. Madeline’s hair was done up as well, the short blond hair that came down to the middle of her neck was pulled back into a ponytail with a big hair clip the shape of a red maple leaf clipped to the side of her hair.
“Yeah, I just finished with my make-up.” Ally replied to her sister. Looking back at the mirror one last time to check if she was forgetting anything, Ally smiled and walked towards Madeline.
“Let’s go Mattie; Alice is probably waiting for us.”