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Lights flashed and strobed, casting an otherworldly glow on the mass of people in the club. Their writhing figures blurred in and out of focus as Mira threaded her way between the crowd, aiming for the bar at the back, her throat dry from dancing.
She had snuck away to one of her favorite haunts, a discreet club for idols that wanted to let their hair down and cut loose for a bit without the media or fans getting wind of their activities.
It had been about a month since Gwi Ma was defeated and Huntrxx was 1/3 of the way into their well earned 3 month break, most of the time so far having been spent with her girls, healing and talking about the things they hadn’t been able to before.
However, tonight Mira had needed a bit of a break to finish processing everything and have some fun. She hadn’t told the girls about where she was going tonight, merely slipped out the door muttering something about getting some air.
She knew the girls didn’t quite believe her, based off the shared glance between them, but they let her go with a cheery “Have fun!” and “Be safe!”
Mira finally made it to the bar and claimed an empty barstool gratefully, massaging her shoulder where a rather energetic party goer had crashed into her.
The bartender on duty tonight was a woman who knew Mira as a regular; she looked up at her and smiled as she cleaned a glass with a rag. She came over to the dancer in disguise and leaned her elbows on the bar, shouting to be heard over the music.
“What can I do you for tonight, Petal?”
Mira jokingly grimaced at the nickname, given to her from her distinctive hair color, reaching up to adjust her baseball cap, pulling it lower over her eyes as she hunched over the bar.
“Just my usual please,” her lower pitched voice was quieter than the rest of the bar but the bartender just chuckled and turned away to start preparing Mira’s drink.
As she waited, Mira turned slightly in her seat to watch the partygoers, people watching being one of her favorite pastimes. It was something she was also quite good at, a skill born out of necessity, given her childhood.
Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd with a piercing gaze under the brim of her hat and she manspread comfortably as she leaned against the bar.
The dance floor was populated by different idols, some in their groups and some alone, looking for someone to dance with to pass the time. A few groups had taken over the quieter tables around the perimeter of the dance floor, their occupants nursing drinks and talking, occasional peals of laughter or shouts coming from their direction.
Mira’s lips quirked up in a smile as she watched a girl group laugh at one of their members telling a story, moving her hands around animatedly. The girl reminded Mira of Zoey with her boundless energy and radiant smile, her presence effortlessly lighting up every room she walked into.
A light tap on the elbow brought her back from her reminiscing as she turned to see the bartender placing her drink on the bar.
“Strawberry daiquiri with more sweet than tart, and topped with a cute little umbrella as a thanks for being a regular!” The bartender reached under the bar and came back up, placing the promised paper umbrella in the drink with a flourish and a grin.
Mira just chuckled and raised the glass in a salute before sipping at it, letting out a low hum of approval at the slight burn going down her throat.
“You always know how to make it just right,” she commented, pleased. She licked the rim of the glass, salt and sugar coating her tongue, pulling her tongue back into her mouth and savoring the mix.
“Heyyyyyy hot stuff, you like a lil somethin salty, dontcha-?”
Mira’s eyes narrowed at the male idol that had come up to her, swiftly analyzing him and his buddy. Both of them were a bit too drunk and she recognized the speaker; she had briefly danced with him on the dance floor earlier but apparently he had taken that as an invitation to follow her.
Her lip twisted in disgust at the smell of sour alcohol wafting from them, as well as his crude comment. Her shoulders tightened into the cold, haughty way she portrayed during photoshoots and her back straightened, rigid and tense.
“I got a lil somethin salty for ya~”
The man’s voice was slurred as he stumbled up and slung an arm around her waist before she could react, his grip tightening and half pulling her off her seat.
His buddy laughed drunkenly and made some catcalls at his friend’s behavior, his eyes roaming up and down Mira’s figure.
Mira’s face twisted in disgust and she raised her arm to push him away, but before she could do that, the man’s arm was ripped from around her waist.
She blinked in surprise, barely registering what had happened when she heard a familiar pair of voices speaking.
“Annnnnnd that’s enough, thanks! Hands off what doesn’t belong to you.”
A familiar pair of black space buns appeared underneath Mira’s nose, the owner of said space buns having placed herself protectively in front of her.
Mira looked down, bewildered at the sight of Zoey standing in front of her, arms crossed over her chest defiantly as she stared the two drunks down, her normally sunny expression turned cold.
“Zoey-? When did you…how did you-“
Mira’s questions ground to a halt as she felt Zoey back up into her, using her hips to nudge the dancer’s legs apart and nestling herself between them like she belonged there. The rapper’s small hands found a spot on each of Mira’s knees, thumbs rubbing her legs possessively, her back pressed against Mira’s front.
“Don’t worry about it,” another, achingly familiar voiced purred into Mira’s ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine as she tilted her head to see a purple braid falling over her shoulder, lightly brushing her abs through the crop top she wore.
A pair of hands snaked around Mira’s waist, fingers slightly clawed and patterns gleaming in the darkness of the club. The normally iridescent shapes were shifting between a dark green and a burgundy color, Mira made a mental note of this as she melted into the embrace.
The two drunks looked on in confusion and growing irritation.
“Hey, what d’you think you’re doing,” one of them slurred, starting to walk forward and reaching his hand out towards Mira again. “We was just havin a lil fun, yeah-?”
Rumi’s hand flashed out and grabbed his wrist tightly, her patterns shimmering a bit brighter as she leveled a piercing stare at the guy.
“Don’t touch my girlfriend.”
Her voice was infused with her demonic tone, a subtle growl rippling through the honmoon with her words, wrapping around the girls protectively.
The drunk tried to free his wrist from Rumi’s iron grip, his brow furrowed with a slight bit of panic.
“Hey, let go, she was gonna come home with us-“
Mira snorted, wrapping one arm around Zoey’s hips possessively and one around Rumi’s neck, her long fingers threading through the purple hair, lightly scratching.
“Like hell I am. Why would I go home with you two when I have these goddesses?”
She smirked as the guys mouths dropped open, finally connecting the dots between Zoey’s victorious smile, Mira’s smug smirk and Rumi’s piercing stare.
They backed away wordlessly, Rumi finally releasing the guys wrist and all three of them watched the two drunks disappear back into the crowd.
Zoey turned to face Mira, her face melting into an expression of concern and adoration as she grabbed Mira’s hand and put it against her own cheek.
“Are you ok? We knew you could probably handle those guys but when we saw them start touching we…well, as you can see, we didn’t really like that-“
She let out a sheepish giggle, her tone giving away how not sorry she was, the twinkle in her eyes mischievous.
Mira chuckled lowly, her voice amused as she rubbed her thumb against Zoey’s cheek tenderly.
“Yea, thanks for the rescue lovelies. But my question is: how did you two find me?”
Mira watched with amusement as Zoey blushed and decided to rescue her strawberry daiquiri from sweating on the bar, sipping it loudly and avoiding eye contact.
Rumi nuzzled into Mira’s neck, inhaling slowly as she savored the dancer’s familiar scent, a purr rumbling from her throat.
“We put a tracker on something you’re wearing tonight,” the purple hair girl admitted shamelessly, reaching up and idly playing with a lock of pink hair. “We know your incognito outfits so it was pretty simple.”
Rumi grinned, pleased as Mira grunted and let her continue playing her hair.
“That’s … kinda hot, ngl.”
Mira pulled her dark pink flannel open, eyeballing her outfit to see if she could spot the tracker. Her hands patted down her shorts and crop top, skimming over the fabric lightly.
Zoey watched her hands with hooded eyes, strawberry daiquiri forgotten in her hands as she bit her lip unconsciously.
Rumi snorted and bit Mira’s baseball cap, pulling it off the taller girls head and tapping the inside of the brim.
Mira looked and chuckled when she saw the tiny green light, hidden well enough that you wouldn’t know it was there unless someone told you or you were really looking for it.
She made to grab her hat but Zoey stole it before she could, putting it on her own head backwards and grinned cheekily up at Mira, giggling at the raised eyebrow directed at her.
“As cute as you look in my clothes, I think you’d look even cuter with nothing on.”
Zoey coughed in surprise, her face flushed a pretty pink and Mira smirked, her eyes drinking in every detail as she enjoyed what her words did to her girlfriend.
Rumi whined, gently headbutting Mira’s shoulder and nipping at her ear.
Mira chuckled and stood up, reaching over to cup the back of Rumi’s head, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear.
“I’m not planning on forgetting you either, mood ring. I wanna see those pretty little patterns turn all sorts of colors, pretty girl.”
Rumi’s patterns flared pink and she shivered, eyes looking at Mira and Zoey with need.
The leader took both her girls hands and started dragging them towards the door, her ears and patterns flushed pink.
Zoey giggled and let herself be dragged along with Mira, squeezing Rumi’s hand and teasing her.
“Awwwww, looks like someone’s needy tonight~”
Mira smirked and threw in her own comment; she knew Rumi secretly loved it when they talked dirty to her.
“Don’t worry Princess, we’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk straight for the next week.”
Rumi’s grip on their hands tightened and she dragged them out the door before teleporting them into their penthouse, more specifically Mira’s bedroom.
Mira and Zoey smirked at each other before turning to Rumi who squeaked and realized that she might have just made a mistake.