Lacerta was probably the one who took on the most missions out of his siblings. For all of the many things people would list as his faults, his work ethic was not one of them. He worked harder than most. But he also lived by the philosophy of work hard and play harder. Which is why every now and then he and the Crew would find a way to blow off some steam and relax.

Usually Lars would take them somewhere where they could get into a bit of trouble. Tonight that place just happened to be one of the local clubs. And they had a tagalong with them as well.

"So this is what clubs are like on mewni huh?" Nenet asked, looking around. It honestly didn't seem all that different from any one she'd been to on earth. Not that there was anything wrong with that. At least she wouldn't feel so out of place here.

"Try not to feel intimidated by the kit-kat. We might party a little harder than you pansies on earth," Lars said patting her on the head.

She swatted his hand away. "Whatever lizard boy. It's everyone else you should be worried about. There's nobody who can party harder than I can in any dimensions," she said, smirking.

"We'll see about that," Lars said cracking his neck. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna hit the mosh pit and show these losers how to really rock out." He headed over towards the crowd of people who were jumping and crashing into one another.

Pavo hummed as he looked towards a group of girls who were all chatting with one another. "I'm hungry," he said before taking a sip from his drink and setting it down. "I think I'm gonna go talk with a pretty girl or three and eat."

Nenet rolled her eyes as he left, then looked down at Dagon, whose eyes were darting all over the place. "What's up with you?" she asked.

"I'm gonna try and start a fight. Maybe even a full on bar brawl," he explained. "Just looking for the right sucker to spark the flames… ah, that guy looks like he's been having a bad day. Let's try him." He hovered off of the ground and made his way over towards the poor soul.

Nenet then turned to the last of the King's Crew.

Raza didn't look like he was going anywhere. The goliath sat back, sipping at the large mug of alcohol. "So what are you planning on getting up to big guy?" she asked curiously.

He hummed and looked up at her. "Oh, I was just going to stay here and just relax. I'm not really big on places like this…" he said rubbing the back of his head. "I'd squash someone in the mosh pit, and I'm not gonna be able to hold back if I start a fight."

She tilted her head at him. Raza probably interested her the most out of everyone in the crew. The guy looked like he could rip you in half, but he was so quiet and timid. Most people pegged him as some silent badass, but he was just nervous. At first she wondered just how he ended up in Lars' group.

But in battle, once that switch of his flipped, he totally did a one-eighty. He would just run over everything in front of him with a smile on his face. It was pretty awesome.

"So you're not even going to try and talk up some girls like Mr. Playboy over there," she said nodding towards Pavo.

He shook his head. "No way. I don't know if you've noticed but… I come off as a little intimidating. Me walking up on most girls tends to work out pretty bad for me," he said.

She hummed. "Really? I don't think you're all that intimidating."

He looked down at her surprised. "You don't?"

"Course not. I mean, sure, you look like you could totally kick some ass, but I think ass kicking is pretty attractive," she said, shrugging her shoulders. She walked over and then suddenly sat down on his lap, surprising him. "And it doesn't hurt you got a pretty handsome face either."

Raza felt his cheeks heat up. He wasn't used to getting praise like this from a girl. Or anyone for that matter. "O-oh, thanks," he said looking down nervously.

She smirked at his reaction. Seeing the big guy get so flustered was sort of cute. "By the way, they call you 'The Unbroken' right?" she asked as she ran her hand across his arm. He flinched at the contact. "What's that about?"

"It's just a nickname that stuck the guys started. I guess they started noticing how tough my body was and just went with it..." he said.

Nenet hummed. "So can I try?" she asked.

"Try what?"

She smirked at him deviously. "Breaking you…" She asked, standing up in his lap. Even sitting down she still had to climb up some to get to his face.

Raza once again found his face heating up as she grabbed one of his locks and played with it. He was pretty sure he was being flirted with right now, which was a first for him, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

Lars, who had finished thrashing about in the mosh pit, walked next to Dagon who was watching the fruits of his instigation play out. "Man, look at those dummies. One little bump and everyone's ready to crack a bottle over somebody's head," he said chuckling.

"Well, look at that. Didn't expect to see those hitting it off," Lars said amused.

Dagon turned and followed his gaze, then saw Nenet talking with Raza. The girl was smiling as she spoke with him, and Raza was looking a bit nervous but engaged. "Is she… is she flirting with him? You gotta be kidding me," Dagon said.

Lars shrugged. "Honestly doesn't surprise me much. Seems like her type. Big, strong, easy as hell to tease," he reasoned. "Honestly surprised she waited this long to dig her claws into him."

Dagon looked at him as if he were crazy. "Wait, you don't think those two will actually…" Nenet had finally finished scaling Raza, and leaned in before cupping his face and kissing him. The goliath seemed shocked at first, but didn't pull away, and soon ended up kissing back. "Well, there's something I didn't think I'd see when I woke up this morning."

They watched as Nenet jumped down and began dragging Raza off towards the dance floor. He still looked nervous, but he wasn't doing all that much to resist the girl. "Well hey, Raza might actually have a chance at getting laid for once," Lars said.

Pavo, who had just returned, went wide eyed. "Um… excuse me? What the hell did I miss in the last five minutes?"

Nenet purred as Raza scratched her ears. She was sitting in the goliath's lap while the others sat around them. Apparently the behemoth wasn't as coordinated on the dance floor as he was on the battlefield, and after a couple of minutes had opted to step off and sit back down.

She had come back with him and grabbed a couple of drinks before making herself comfortable. "Don't feel too bad about the dancing big guy. You might not have graceful feet, but you got a nice pair or fingers," she said, enjoying the scratches.

"T-thank you," Raza said blushing.

Dagon looked at the two with a scowl. "This is weird. Seeing you two like this is weird," he said.

"And why is it weird?" Nenet asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It just is…"

She scoffed. "Well what, was I supposed to settle for one of you guys?" she asked. "I mean let's face it. I'm working with the best one out of you four."

Pavo and Lars both looked curious, while Dagon glared. "What?"

She pointed towards him. "You're a psycho," she then pointed to Lars. "You're kind of a major asshole." Lars just smirked and shrugged, not bothering to argue. She looked at Pavo. "And no offense, but I'm more into succubi."

"The disinterest was mutual, I assure you," Pavo said casually.

"So yeah, I'd say I hit the jackpot with the big guy."

A/N: Commission for Onelastfic.