She was better suited for an eighties glam rock performance in a stadium than a grunge concert in a bar she was much too young to be at, but Dorado wasn't even allowed to bring attention to himself.
Marco and Sloane had been the ones sneaking in, anyway.
He was just there to make sure they didn't do anything stupid.
Dorado couldn't see the stage playing covers across the throbbing dancefloor, of which Marco and his blonde girlfriend dissapeared into.
They better not do shots later.
All Dorado knew was that the short chick with big hair strumming a little red guitar in the back of the stage next to an overzealous drummer was just like him.
Too young to be here.
The lead guitarist nasally squealed into the microphone something by Kurt Cobain, a much better singer, even if Dorado could care less about the whining brat.
All he could make out from her was a mop of hair and a big nose sticking out from the flat ironed mop of dirty blond.
Dorado personally preferred his three-quarter shave and the rest gelled on top. Kept it out of his eyes.
The whining guitar died away.
"Okay dudes, we're gonna let our guest play around a bit."
Dorado looked at his arm resting on the bar, mind on tomorrow.
He had to wake up tomorrow to get to the gym before school.
Something Marco refused to remember.
"We found her hangin' 'round the back entrance like some, like, lost kitten or whatever."
Dorado took very little notice to the nasal lead singer attempting to introduce whomever. The fake I.D. in Dorado's wallet burned in his back pocket.
It was right next to his genuine drivers' license, probably the reason Marco insisted on him coming along.
"Well, here she is, Freddy Fazbear!"
The girl with the silver and black net shirt stepped forward, arms reaching for the skies as the crowd of rowdy adults screamed for this kid.
Dorado wondered how many of them were actually teenagers from the local schools.
"Hello Bronze!" She yelled into the mic, hyped and ready, "Y'all ready t'rumble?"
Wait, he knew that voice!
And that shirt!
"I think a lot of y'all remember the last time I played.!" She said with a giggle in her voice, not characteristic of Freddy Fazbear or some girl standing in a bus shelter, "It was all over th'news! Everyone will remember Halloween night, no matter how big the crowd or how packed the house!"
Screams.
Who knew Freddy even had fans outside of wherever she came from?
Or this any adult fans.
Dorado furrowed his brow.
Something was off.
Off about all of this.
He stared at the wooden bar under his resting arm.
He could see it warp and shift under his palm.
Dorado looked up at the bartender, wanting to see if he wasn't alone in this dizzying change.
And then it stopped.
No change.
It was like him noticing made the slimey, squirming worm that was the entire room, if that made sense, fall still.
He looked back up at the mass of people.
Cowatch was completely blocked out, like clouds covering the sun.
"Step inside, walk this way, you and me babe, hey hey!" He could barely hear her over the mass of furiously dancing bargoers.
"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on, livin' like a lover with a radar phone!" Dorado pushed himself around the dancefloor to the pulsing speakers, "Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp!"
Dorado pushed past people and into a dining area, Cowatch's voice rising like a siren.
"Demolition hunny, can I be your gal?"
Dorado tromped past exposed vents and a cloud of unfiltered Marlboros laced with other substances and tried to get to the front.
"Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light, television lover, baby, go all night!"
"Oh hey, you're kee-ute!"
"What?!" He shouted over the speakers at the girl with black pigtails and pink clip-ins. He recognized her from St. Godiva's outdoor cafeteria.
"You're cute!" She shouted.
"That's great!" he said, already moving along.
"Oh no you don't!" She grabbed him by the collar and giggled.
"Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet, little bit innocent, sugar me, yeah!"
Dorado groaned loudly.
Not loud enough to be heard over the band trying to fill a room like Def Leppard.
"Come on! Take a bottle, shake it up!" Cowatch howled with genuine melody into her stand, "Break the bubble, break it up!"
Dorado was dragged across the dancefloor, eyes dazzled. He tried to fight back against the two girls in matching pink and purple outfits, but then saw where he was being towed.
"Pour some sugar on me," Cowatch crooned into the mic, "Ooh, in the name of love!"
"I think I've seen you around!" The purple one squealed excitedly with a funny accent, "You'll be perfect!"
"Perfect for what?"
"Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up!"
The band kept weezing along, Cowatch's quick fingers weaving the bass's strings with too much wit and skill for it's backup.
"Pour your sugar on me, I can't get enough!"
"You'll see!" Pinkie giggled, "You'll see!"
"I'm hot, sticky sweet," Cowatch sand out, "From my head to my feet, yeah!"
Dorado felt mounting fear as he was pulled closer to the stage, practically being thrust up. He dug in his heels.
One of the girls suealed, impressed at the uninteded flex of muscle.
The stage was actually much less impressive than he thought it would be, a rat's nest of wires and cords with some room for actual performers, surprisingly low.
Low enough for him to even see all the equipment.
"Listen." Cowatch said with a stuccatto, punctuating the frantic dancing of those on the floor.
Dorado looked up at her.
"Red light, yellow light, green light, go," She said, face curling into a catty smile, voice challenging the entire crowd, eyes black pools. "Crazy little woman in a one man show."
Dorado had to stand still, ears blasted, eyes wide, seeing her halo of corkscrew curls in the spotlight. That was when he realized she was wearing a translucent silver and black net shirt, the outlines of a neon bra just visible enough in the bright spotlight.
He had to stop and look at the haloed girl in acid washed jeans and Saturn earrings.
"Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love, sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up!"
Dorado couldn't even think of the dancefloor that was really only one step away from being a mosh pit or an orgy just behind him, couldn't think of the lough music, couldn't even fathom anything more stimulating than watching her thin fingers blur around the neck of her red guitar.
Cowatch licked her lips, then bit their painted surface.
"You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more, easy operator come a-knockin' on my door," She called out.
The two girls shook him awake from his vision.
"Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet, little bit'ta innocence sugar me, yeah, yeah!"
Dorado was suddenly filled with total fear.
No, not fear, but something similar.
A complete lack of confidence.
"Give a little more!" Cowatch slammed her head forward, curls tumbling for all but her pink velvet hair bow, dangling planets swinging violently under stars on her ears. "Take a bottle, shake it up, break the bubble, break it up!"
She was dancing almost mechanically in quick, calculated moves.
"What's wrong, man?" The girl in purple sneered, plaid newsboy cap cocked on a dark mass of curls, "Lost ya noives?"
"Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love." Cowatch howled, Dorado staring continuing unwavered, "Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up! Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough!"
She fell forward with a jolt, landing on her knees.
Dorado gasped, startled at her sudden movement towards him.
He could see wings.