The club was full of people. A sweating crowd that bounced and danced in time with the bass-beat and sang along with the singer. Priss worked the crowd as she always did, her voice touching the hearts of everyone who heard her. In the background, Linna and Nene were dancing like the rest of the crowd. Priss watched her friends laugh and smile, and she sang all the better for it. "This is what we've been trying to protect" she thought happily as she ended the chorus. This, the bar full of normal people. People who flirt and party and then wake up and go to work the next morning. The singer smiled all the way back to the dressing room. Once inside she pulled off the wig and changed back into her motorcycle garb. Pausing only for a moment to wipe the make-up off and give herself a quick glance in the mirror. Long brown hair, red jacket, and several cuts and scrapes from taking a fall off her beloved bike, yep, all in order.
"Hey! Priss! You done yet?" Nene's ever-happy voice beckoned from behind the door.
"Hold yer horses!" Priss responded, turning from the reflection and walking towards the entrance. She pulled it open to see, not only Nene and Linna, but Mackie and...Leon? She sighed.
"Yo." said the captain, handing her some flowers, "Great show!" Priss rolled her eyes and smiled, "You just don't give up do you?"
"Nope." the man responded. Linna giggled, "Come on Priss, you're going to be late for dinner." She grabbed the singer's sleeve and began to lead her away.
"Wait! Priss! Wanna go out with me!"
"In yer dreams!" She shouted back. Mackie kept laughing.
"What's so funny!"
"Your face is all red." Said the boy, shortly before getting shoved into the wall. Priss was laughing, "So's yours!" she teased.
Dinner was amazing, it wasn't often that Sylia cooked. The knight sabers sat together, eating, drinking, laughing.
"This is what I want to protect."