GreyMountain looked at the others in disgust and chuckled. "Do you honestly think you're going to get into a club wearing THAT garishly pink outfit?" Grey shook his head and strode ahead of the rest down the puddle strewn street. "Dude. These Gi's will get you in anywhere. And I swear, once you've worn it you'll never go out without it." Odj replied. "Yeah. Just because you can't be arsed to get one, don't knock you a**." Darminian responded sharply. On the horizon a large neon sign beamed out a fluorescent light. In large blue letters the words 'Club Janus' beamed down the block. Granted the J was flashing off and on, and the neighbourhood wasn't exactly in the best shape it had been in. But this club was the place to be. "I don't intend to be wearing such a god awful outfit when I try and hit on the supreme women we'll be seeing tonight." Said Grey, gradually distancing himself from the crowd. "I bet you I'll get more action than you do tonight." Chortled Windfaller, raising Grey the finger. "Ha. Yeah, while you may think that suit number looks good, it won't get anywhere tonight. These Gi's will be the life of the party. I might let you take some of the dropouts thought." Odj said, bursting out in hysterics. "And what's with that silly beret Grey? You look...I dunno...you just look stupid." Retorted Darminian. "Hey, don't knock the beret. Just cos you can't pull it off with that ridiculous metal head mask." GreyMountain said, feeling quite hurt. "I'll have you know this is a very fashionable piece right now." "Yeah, fashionable for idiots" Laughed ExternalError. "Shut-up baldy" barked everyone in unison. The club approached. The hum of a nearby searchlight pierced the otherwise silent night. The further the group of Neonates got to the club, the more the bass from the club could be felt. A couple of women walked past the crowd, slightly tipsy. GreyMountain gave them a wink. The two women stopped, gave a disapproving look and turned to the 4 in pink. They giggled and started chatting to the guys. "God-dammit." GreyMountain dropped his head despondently and marched to the club. The queue for the club was huge. The red rope stretched for seemingly miles. Behind it stood hundreds of women in the skimpiest, tightest clothes imaginable. Interspersed were smartly dressed men laughing and chatting up the women. At the doors to the club stood 5 burly bouncers. Each more menacing than the last. Undoubtedly strong programs designed to keep all trouble out. GreyMountain and other 4 took up their spot in the queue. A few ladies turned round and ogled at the pink outfits. The owners of the clothing just tipped their hats and smiled. "Starting to doubt the outfits now then Grey?" Smiled Ex. GreyMountain snorted, "Just wait till I start to show my stuff off on the dance floor. Then you'll be sorry. The 5 Neonates approached the doors. Odj nodded to the bouncers. "Evening gentlemen." Said one of the bouncers, as he unclipped the rope and motioned for the group to enter. One by one the group entered, until GreyMountain approached. A large hand was raised and pressed against GreyMountain's chest. Despite trying he couldn't move past. "Sorry sir. But the dress-code is smart and fashionable." "Yeah. So let me in" Said GreyMountain, brushing down his shirt. "This is smart and fashionable, or have you suddenly become blind?" "Sir, I advise you to stay calm. You're 'costume' is not acceptable for the club. We prefer people to take pride in their appearance." Replied the bouncer slightly sarcastically. A couple of women with long flowing blonde hair walked past. Their high heels clattering against the pavement. "Costume! You call this a costume." Said GreyMountain angrily. "Why you..." GreyMountain punched the bouncer square in the jaw. The queue behind him gasped in astonishment. The bouncers face jarred to the right. GreyMountain smiled with a sense of achievement. The bouncer shook his head and turned back to Grey. GreyMountain's smile disappeared. "Perhaps you can take a leaf out of your friend's book. Now they have the right idea." GreyMountain turned to Odj, Darminian, Windfaller and ExternalError. They all laughed and pointed at Grey. The bouncer picked GreyMountain up by the scruff of his neck. With a flick of his arm, GreyMountain was sent hurling toward the curb. With a large thump he landed in the gutter. His four friends peered from round the door and laughed. "Have a good night. Don't pick up too many women Grey." Said Windfaller, managing to hold back the laughter and tears. GreyMountain picked himself up from the ground. Taking off his now soaking wet jacket he mumbled to himself. "B*stards and their fancy Gi. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Crap, crap, crap." He brushed the mud of his knees before slowly walking back from where he had just been. The club and its patrons carried on regardless. The 4 remaining Neonates went to the bar and ordered their beers. "To GreyMountain!" They all laughed, clinking their bottles together before downing the beer. Darminian wiped his mouth and put his bottle back onto the bar. "Ahhh. Now then, I think it's time to start talking to the ladies. Excuse me boys." The other 3 raised their bottles and cheered. Back on street level. In the cold crisp air a loud cry came from the horizon. "DAMMIT! Now I'm going to have to get a Gi."
(story written by Greymountain)
The stuff you really care about!
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Tommorow (the 11th) we will be farming a ninja box or two in Sati's construct the goal is to get enough people on board to overpower the stupidity.
We'll meet up in the DEBIR COURT in sati's to start off with kuniochi box then move on to whatever other farming exists that need's to be done. Redbindi also would like to do a kuniochi box.
Jinglebells will be making a guest appearence and cheerleading.
