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“Basically, your boyfriend got us in?” Mari asked Alya accusingly.
“What? Out of that whole story about my brilliant hacking skills and extreme espionage, that’s what you got out of it?”
“Alya, you run a dance blog, you're not exactly a computer genius.”
“Fine, yeah, DJ got us in.”
“Alya, I’m not really sure how I feel about this. I mean, you meet this random guy on the internet and he just so happens to know the name of a secret underground dance club not two blocks away from the academy. Forgive me if I find that a little sketchy.”
“No! I did some research. There is definitely a club here, but it’s really hard to get into. And only a tiny bit illegal.”
“How is a dance club illegal?”
“It’s on academy property,” Alya shrugged, “But the police can’t really prove that, because they’ve never found it. Mr. Agreste is super pissed about it.”
Marinette wasn’t really surprised by that. Mr. Agreste got mad easily. He once kicked a girl out of the school for wearing cat ears. Mari and Alya always laughed that Mr. Agreste has a personal vendetta against cats. That being said, Mr. Agreste was one of the most prestigious dance teachers in the world. Going to his academy was an honor that neither her or Alya was about to give up.
Until, of course, Alya and her internet boyfriend tempted Mari into a secret club adventure. While ballet was Mari’s major, she liked other dancing as well. And was surprisingly good, according to Alya, at break dancing.
“How difficult are we talking here?” Mari stretched her legs into lunges as she walked down the dark Parisian street. She looked a little silly, but Mari had never done this many consecutive hours of ballet in a row. Her limbs were aching.
“I don’t actually know. DJ just said that we would have to be absolutely sure we wanted in. That we were willing to do anything.”
Mari stopped dead in her tracks, “Alya, that is about as sketchy as you can get. We are about to get murdered, I shit you not.”
“Mari, I’m kidding. He just said we’d have to go through a check that we weren’t working with Mr. Agreste and trying to sell out the club.”
“WHAT? Alya! The only way they would try to prove that is to see if we had any connections to the academy. Which I should remind you, WE BOTH GO TO.”
“Ohhh, I didn’t really think about that.” The blogger put a finger to her chin.
Marinette sighed, “Ok, they can’t know we go to school here. We need a cover. Don’t use your real name, unless DJ knows it?”
Alya gave her head a quick shake. “No, he knows me by my username, LadyWifi.”
“Ok!” With a finger in the air, Mari had an idea. “So you are just LadyWifi and I’ll be...” she thought a moment and looked down at her clothes. She, of course, was wearing the clothes she normally wore when she break danced, a sports bra under a red polka dotted crop top she made and some baggy black pants, “I’ll be Ladybug. That way they can’t connect us to the school using our names.”
“They might ask for our real names, Mari.”
“Let’s just hope they don’t, I guess?”
“We need a plan B”
“There is no plan B. It’s this or we can’t get in.”
Apparently they had to enter a sewer to get to this club. Underground club, indeed. Alya admitted that DJ had given instructions to get to the sewer, not the club. So after roaming around a bit and Marinette finding a beer bottle on the floor (civilization is near!), they turned into a graffiti filled part of the sewer. The walls splashed with color (the color green far more prominent that the rest) and found a black door with a green paw printed painted on it. Alya and Marinette glanced at each other and assumed their new identities, Ladybug and Lady Wifi.
“WHAT? You gave a random girl on the internet the location of the club?”
“Bro, she’s not random. She’s sent me videos of her break dancing. Apparently her friend’s good too. These girls are legit.”
“That could’ve been a random video on the internet, Nino!” Adrien ran his fingers through his blonde hair. He’s put way too much in the club to have it uprooted by the academy all because Nino likes a girl. Of course, he supported Nino and the mysterious Wifi girl, but the club.
“Have I ever let you down?” Nino raised an eyebrow, and Adrien had to admit, no he hadn’t.
“Fine. But how will we prove they;re not coming to sell out the club? And you didn’t them our names did you? We don’t want anyone connecting us to the club.”
“No, but Adrien, what happened? You used to be so trusting of people, can’t you just trust my Lady?”
With a final sigh, he agreed. Hoping, praying that the club would be okay.
Later that night, Adrien impossibly heard a knock at the door. The music was incredibly loud, but he still heard it. Ears of a cat, he had. This must be the mysterious Lady Wifi and whatever friend she brought with her. He opened the door, and girls gasped. First off, he had completely forgotten he was wearing the most shady clothes ever. It was a completely black outfit (sweatshirt and pants) with tiny accents of neon green, the inside of his hood, the paw print on the front, matching the door. The top half of his face was covered in black chalk. The small gasp was all of their surprise. Soon they narrowed their eyes in suspicion.
“Is this the Stray Cat dance club?” The voice came from the shorter of the two, her eyes almost impossibly blue, the top of her face also had chalk, only it was red. It was kind of a silly question, so Adrien smirked,
“No actually this is the Stray Cat, cat dealers, specializing in all your cat dealership needs.” The girl rolled her eyes.
“We want in.” is all she said, understanding the sarcasm. The music continued to pulse behind Adrien (although at the moment his role wasn’t as Adrien).
Now it was his turn for the narrowed eyes. These girls could sell out the club, but it seemed like they knew what they were doing here. They hadn’t come in heels. They weren’t wearing dresses. They came, ready to dance. And that’s all he could ask of them.
“Can I get some names?”
“You can call me Ladybug. And this is Lady Wifi.”
“Cool, I’m Cat Noir. And welcome to the Stray Cat.”