Spirit Hunter
Chapter Eight
I Bet You Look Good On the Dance Floor
Revised 9th September 2006 by Hiryo
Pre-read by Hiryo. Thanks a lot.
Author Note:
All previous chapters as of now are reversed.
Disclaimer:
Not mine.
Enjoy!
Heavy throbbing music made the glasses sitting on people's tables shudder and the expensive multicolored liquor within dance in the lights sending a small alcoholic rainbow over the table. The house band was, with mild success, trying to perform a cover of an old Gun's 'n' Roses number and with little success was getting people up and dancing. Later on, a DJ would break out his vinyl and trip the light fantastic.
It was one of those places that only the beautiful people seemed to populate, there was probably a trap door underneath the doormat and when ever a person who wasn't cool enough entered they would plummet to their dooms so the beautiful people wouldn't have to worry themselves with common folk. This was all right, because common folk wouldn't really want to talk to them any way.
At the back of the club behind the bar and past the band, there is a door that said Employee's only. It is the inconspicuous doorway to a hidden world. If you're 'lucky' enough to know the push code that opened this door, you would find yourself facing another door. With another sign, this time in a strange language that made the world twist around its eldritch symbols. If you could read this foul writing, you would read, 'Employees Only WE REALLY MEAN IT.'
If you survived this entrance, you would find an impressive cave like room. Chandeliers dripped from the ceiling issuing a dim glow on the crowded tables below.
You could be fooled into thinking this was just a special V.I.P section of Neo 5, that if back there is for the beautiful people though here it's for the exquisite creatures who, if the common folk even glanced at them our brains would instantly melt out our ears.
Not quite, if you got through both doors and didn't swallow your own tongue in wonder you would see a great many creatures that could have stepped straight out of myth, and which you would wish had stayed there. This was Neo 5's real purpose.
All the rich, wealthy, aristocratic demons, devils, monsters, ghosts, Oni, and other bogey people went to Neo 5 to be seen. Here they could engage in decadence that would have made Caligula blush. Before tomorrow was over, they were going to wish they had never been spawned.
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On Mike's list for tonight was; 1. Get really drunk. 2. Forget about his slut of an ex-girlfriend Jenny. Who and all his friends agreed didn't deserve him. 3. Hope the bitch got the clap from one of her boyfriends. 4. Find a girl who would be patient, kind, sweet nature, and had big tits.
As soon as work had finished, he and his mates had started drinking first in the bar on the first floor of their building, then they had proceeded around town. It is four in the morning, and at whatever nightclub they had managed to get into, the night was still buzzing. He could remember starting the night on beer, then there was that club with the pool and he was shooting something.
He remembered the tequila that had something to do with a duck and when he woke up in the morning, he was going to find the tattoo.
He had now reached the oblivious floating stage of drunkenness; he was happily separated from the world by at least three feet of cotton wool.
"Mickey, you need to grow up man. There are a lot more cats in the backyard if you know what I mean."
Sam, Mike's friend who had a drunk girl in his lap they had picked up two clubs back, tried to comfort his friend, and was ignored because just at that second the girl of Mike's dreams had walked through the door, and boy were her tit's big.
Mike wasn't a bad guy, he was just going to make, one hell of a bad decision tonight.
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Her g-string were riding up her crack. 'I don't know how girls did it. If I had to wear this sort of underwear all the time, I wouldn't be able to stop scratching.'
Through the magic that is Nabiki, she had convinced him that, storming 'Neo 5' with torch and pitchfork all because of a matchbox was not a good idea. She had then convinced Ger that he was no use to them when he had fallen asleep again, while Nabiki had somehow arranged for her and Ranma to gather clothes and someone needed to take the kid home.
Then surprisingly the easiest task was, convincing Ranma that he was going to have to go in as a girl, until Ranma saw the clothes. Ranma would do many things in the line of duty but he had to draw the line somewhere and a G-string was the last straw.
The use of substantial amounts of guilt made him agree with Nabiki that wearing a G-string wasn't so bad if they were going to save some poor boy from a fate worse then death. He didn't know why he tried arguing with her anymore she always won.
They had arrived at 'Neo 5' to find a line halfway around the block and two beefy security guys, and through the magic that is Nabiki and Ranma's girl's form they had slipped past the line and through the door with barely a glance at the beautiful people still in line.
"We should have a look around."
Ranma turned to stare at Nabiki who was shouting in his ear. "What?"
"We should split up and have a look around."
"Huh, I can't hear you but I think we should go see what's here."
Nabiki just stared at the red head and sighed. "Yeah sure." Nabiki turned and made her way over to the dance floor.
Ranma already facing the bar began to make her way through the crowd. Before she had a chance to open her mouth and order a glass of water, half a dozen glasses had settled in front of her from men around the bar. Looking around Ranma smiled then gripping the pole running along the bar and with a delicate female hand broke it.
Those men that saw this immediately took their drinks back. This was another reason why Ranma preferred not going out like this when he was female. "Stupid men, blind as Mousse." She muttered under breath as she got her drink and began to survey the club. Sipping her drink, she tried to follow the flow of the club patrons with her eyes.
Steady streams of people were entering the club and another smaller stream was leaving. People were draped elegantly over tables and chairs, there to be seen and to see, the other beautiful people.
The dance floor was moving as one and Ranma could just see Nabiki's head bouncing in a purposeful manner through the dancing crowd towards the DJ.
There were several bouncers standing around the club, one next to the bar, two under the stage, one next to the wall along the back, and two standing on wither side of a door labeled 'Manager.'
Heavy panting next to her right ear made Ranma turn to face a sweaty Don Juan.
"Did it hurt?"
"What?"
"When you feel from heaven."
Gently reaching out Ranma grasped the man's hand, which he had placed on her bare shoulder and squeezed. "Do you have a phone?"
"Why?"
"So you can ring an ambulance." With a small popping noise, Ranma pushed all the man's fingers out of joint.
"Be a good boy and run away."
Gasping in pain the drunk man stared at Ranma who was still sipping her drink and hobbled away to call a doctor.
Turning around she perched on the bar rail and caught the bar tenders eye.
To the rest of the club a shapely red head had just entered it looked like she had been poured into the skin tight Chinese style green silk dress, and she was by herself. The figure of interest for several people around the club, especially a lone man hunched over a glass tumbler at the end of the bar. A bar tender who had been serving someone smiled and went to serve Ranma. "Hi, ready for a real drink?" She gestured at Ranma's glass of water and reached up for a tumbler.
"Sure, why not. What've ya got?"
The bar tender smiled and waved the hand not holding a glass and laughed.
"What haven't we got? It depends on what you like. Whisky, rum, sake, schnapps, vodka, wine, or maybe some champagne. What do you feel like?" The list of drinks meant nothing to Ranma and he made a wild stab.
"Whisky?" Still smiling the bar tender pointed to the bottles along the wall.
"One shot, two shots, single or double malt, Johnny Walker, Glenfiddich, Ballantynes, Black Douglas, on the rocks, wet or dry?" Bewildered silence was all that she got in reply. "Why don't I just make one up for you?"
"Oh, okay that would be great." And soon Ranma was graced with a glass of amber Ballanynes, single shot dry. She stared at the shallow amount in the glass. "Where's the rest?"
"If you haven't had whisky before I wouldn't recommend gulping."
When Ranma went to pay, the girl serving laughed and pointed to a grinning blonde girl further down the bar. "Don't worry she's already paid for it."
Dragging her eyes away from the hot blonde that was hitting on her Ranma blushed and grasped her glass to sip. The bartender waited to see her response.
"Emm nice, How long have you been working here?"
Glancing up and down the bar to see if any one wanted her attention, she turned to answer Ranma. "Three years give or take a month. The tips are good and I like the nocturnal hours."
The liquor in her glass made the metal sheet that made counter for the bar glow and Ranma watched as he tilted the glass. "So you'd know a lot about what happens here?"
Resting her feet for a moment the bar tender watched Ranma. "Oh sure, if your looking to pick up I'm sure I can point you in the right direction."
Before Ranma could correct the misunderstanding, she felt a warm hand settle in the small of her back, and a warm breath ghost past her ear. Tipping her head to the side Ranma watched as the young man licked his middle finger and lightly dragged it along her dress where it sat on her collarbone.
"How about you and I get back to my place and I can help you out of those wet clothes."
Grinning Ranma's latest beau watched the beautiful red head smile at him and lean close. Dragging a nail along the center of his dress shirt, she brought her hand down lower and lower. Circling his belt buckle, she placed her face in close to his and whispered. "If you don't get you slimy hands off me this second you will wish I had never been born."
Still grinning, the man was over come by Ranma's looks and ignored the threat.
"Oh you know you want to."
Smiling back at the man Ranma nodded. "Yeah you're right I do." With a twist of her hand, Ranma tightened her grasp around his belt and lifted him into the air by a foot. Still sitting at the bar, she twisted her hand and the unlucky man squealed. "On the count of three I will let go. If I'm still holding on to something when that happens, it's going to be your fault. One . . . ."
The man curled forward and started begging. "Sorry . . Sorry . . Sorry."
"Two . . . ."
The bartender who was still watching stared in surprise.
"Three . . . ." With little effort Ranma tossed the man back out into the club, where he disappeared into the crowd. Turning back around she saw the look on the bar tenders face.
"He was too small so I had to throw him back."
Shifting further back behind the bar, the women looked at the opposite end of the counter and sighed. "Sorry, it's been nice talking but . . . ." And with that, she was almost running back down the bar.
'It's lucky the drinks are good or this place would really suck.' Sipping her drink Ranma wondered how she was going to find information about the lost kid now, when a large hand found itself resting on her shoulder.
"Mr. Cassius would like to give his greetings and would like to extend an invitation to a private drink with him."
Reaching out with her right hand Ranma grabbed the offending paw. "I'm sorry but, I don't drink."
Seemingly unaffected by Ranma's bone crushing grasp the tall gentleman, replied, "Mr. Cassius is the Manager of Neo 5, and would like to offer such a beautiful women as your self a special VIP courtesy of the club."
It only took Ranma a few moments to see the opportunity that this offered her. Smiling Ranma faced the messenger full on.
Standing at least 6ft 3in he towered over her short female form, he wore a well cut black suit, the gray shirt underneath it was buttoned up to his throat and a navy blue silk tie circled his neck.
"Well, what are we doing waiting here. I will be glad to meet Mr. Cassius."
The messenger said nothing as he turned back from where he came. With one hand on Ranma's silk clad shoulder, he steered her through the throng of the club and back to a door set in the opposite wall to the bar. Opening the mysterious door with one hand the man gently pushed the beautiful red head through.
A short flight of stairs led to another door, this one was decorated by a small metal plate. 'Cassius – Manager.'
The tall man tapped on the door with his knuckles and entered with out any sound from inside.
The room Ranma entered almost made her gag. Keeping a smile on her face was almost harder than anything else she had done that night. An overwhelming miasma of anger, hate, and pain stained the room.
In front of the giant window, where she could see the club below, stood a short man around whom the emotions circled.
Two other girls were in the room with them; though beautiful, they paled next to Ranma's vibrant warmth. One girl, a curly haired brunette was leaning against the club manager's right arm kissing the side of his neck, while he talked on his phone. The other a shorthaired blonde was lying back on the long red leather couch, which ran along the far wall of the office.
When the door opened Cassius turned to face the door and saw his messenger and the stunning red head that he had seen through the large glass window behind the velvet curtain sitting by herself at the bar.
Breaking away from the girls' kisses Cassius swept forward. His messenger took a step back and stood in the doorway waiting for Cassius to acknowledge him and allow him to leave. "Has any one told you lately that you remind them of a goddess placed on this lowly earth to make we poor mortal's dream of heaven."
Before Ranma could say, 'well, actually yesterday at school . . . .' Cassius grinned, placed a gentle hand around her waist, and drew her across the room.
"My name is Mr. Cassius, but you can call me Cassius. This fine establishment is the diamond in my eye. When I saw you sitting by yourself I just knew that as a gentleman I couldn't leave such a fine damsel by herself."
The feel of his hand around her waist made Ranma want to scrub her skin in caustic soda.
Tonight Cassius was wearing a velvet red suit. Its collar was wide and edged in black ribbon, it bordered a green silk shirt with a red scarf tucked into the shirt and made Ranma think of an evil Christmas decoration.
From this close Ranma could smell the heavy musk that Cassius must have bathed in and she could just glimpse a golden chain in the V-neck of his shirt. "Do you really own such an important club?" Ranma had, had a lot of practice acting stupid, well stupider.
"Oh, no my dear, I merely manage it. Nevertheless, I like to think that it is through my hard work in daring intellect that has made it the most popular club in Tokyo. My, what a charming girl you are, and what would your name be?"
Forcing giggles up her throat Ranma stopped at the couch Cassius had led them too. "Ranko, Ranko Tendo."
Sitting down Cassius petted the couch next to him and Ranma joined him. "Emm what an appropriate name. What do you think of my club, Ranko Tendo?"
Opening her eye's wide Ranma gave him an innocent look. "It's so impressive, so big, it must be hard for you run. I could never manage something like this."
Laughing Cassius settled an arm around Ranma's shoulders. "Well of course you couldn't there are much more important things for a girl like you to be worried about." A faint grinding sound could be heard. "What's that?"
Ranma stopped grinding her teeth and smiled. "Oh I'm sure I have no idea. How long have you been the manager?"
Bringing his arm around Cassius draped his hand across the front of Ranma's dress. "I built this place from the ground up, without me it would still be some nameless hole in the ground. What brought you, Ranko Tendo to my busy door?"
Shifting slightly so that Cassius's hand wasn't sitting so close to her chest Ranma kept smiling. "My friend told me about how great this place was and how I would love it. And she was right this is the best place I have ever seen. And I've met some nice people." To keep up the bubble headed act Ranma curled a strand of hair around a finger and laughed.
Grinning Cassius brought his other hand up to cup Ranma's face and leaned in closer to Ranma. "I'm sure you'd love a more in-depth tour of Neo 5?"
Ranma tried not to make a face at the smell that clung to Cassius skin. He was saying exactly what she wanted. "Why, I would love a private tour of your club, Mr. Cassius." The urge to gag was growing. Swallowing hard Ranma kept on smiling. "I would love see what happens behind the curtains."
Glancing at his messenger who was still standing in the doorway, Cassius nodded and the tall man left closing the door behind himself. Taking his hand from her face Cassius placed it on Ranma's knee leaning in close to the Martial Artist. "I'm sure I could be persuaded."
Pulling back out of his grasp Ranma sighed and pulled the hem of her skirt down, nearly reaching her knee. "I don't know Mr. Cassius, you move so fast."
Sliding along the couch Cassius was thigh to thigh to Ranma. "I'm sure I don't have to convince you that it's worth it."
Ducking her head Ranma could feel Cassius arm tightens around her neck. "What makes this club so special?"
Cassius was still willing to talk and brought Ranma around to his bed, but his patience was drawing thin. He had never had much time for anything but himself. "I am going to tell you a secret Ranko, my club's secret is its patron."
Ranma smiled. "What does a patron mean?"
Cassius put his hand back on Ranma's knee and began to drag it up slowly. "A patron is gentle man with a great deal more money than brains. The patron of this fine establishment has connections all around the world and through his generous donations has helped create this club. Why soon he is going to have an ever greater influence of a great deal many more events."
Ranma stopped herself from breaking Cassius fingers when his hand reached her lap. "Does your patron have a name?"
Cassius ran a hand along her neck. "Oh that is not important. We have much more interesting things to talk about." Finally leaning in close Cassius moved to kiss Ranma on the mouth and missed when she ducked forward.
"Oh Dear Mr. Cassius."
Tightening the arm around her neck Cassius stopped Ranma's movement. "There are so many things I can offer you Princess."
"I think it's almost magic the way, your club is so popular."
"There's nothing magic about this club, it's all hard work that made me what I am today."
"Oh. I am sure that some magic was involved to make such a magnificent club." The brunette who along with the other girl had been ignored by Cassius and Ranma since Ranma entered the room spoke up. Her voice was vague and dreamy. "Mr. Cassius knows lots about magic. Show her your trick Cassie."
Lifting the hand from Ranma's lap Cassius drew a hand back through his hair and scowled. "She doesn't want to see my trick Teri."
The blond who had been sleeping further along the couch spoke up. "I'm sure she'd love it Cassie, every one else does."
Cassius frowned at the grinning blonde, who had no idea what he was going to do to her for ruining his move. "It's just a stupid party trick she doesn't want to see it girls."
Ranma moved away from him while his attention was diverted. "I'm sure I'd love it. I really like magic tricks."
"I don't know."
"Please Mr. Cassius I would be ever so grateful."
"You would, how grateful."
"Oh very."
"Fine, I will show you my great magic trick, but it is just a trick there is no magic involved." Picking up Ranma's hands, he wrapped them around his necktie catching something else up in her fingers. "Now I want you pull gently on my tie. See how it is around my neck there is no break."
Ranma who was about ready to strangle the man agreed. "Now, one, two three," The tie and what ever else she had grasped came away in Ranma's hands seeming to pass straight through Cassius neck.
Ranma stared the scarf had passed through Cassius neck; she knew tricks when she saw them. Okay maybe she didn't always see tricks when she saw them but she knew that this wasn't a trick. Before Cassius noticed, she tangled the tie around her hand, along with the other item that came away when Cassius did his little trick, just so that only the tie could be seen around her hand.
"Wow that's amazing . . . . Do you mind if I go tell my friend that I'm going to be occupied before I show you how grateful I am?"
Cassius who now felt assured that he was going to get some this morning smiled and agreed.
Standing up Ranma kept the tie in her hand and headed to the door. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled and blew the club manager a kiss. Even being just three meters away from the man lessened the miasma of filth that clung to him.
The door downstairs opened before she had a chance to touch the doorknob, the messenger was standing guard and opened it for her.
Quickly Ranma made her way across the club to the bar and the bartender she had been talking to before. "Hi, excuse me, have you seen my friend, young, short brown hair looks a bit like a ferret."
The bar tender smiled distractedly from the customer she had been serving and shook her head. "No sorry, I haven't seen any one like that."
Grunting in dissatisfaction Ranma leaned against the bar and peered out over the people. "She's probably scheming money off of some other poor Joe."
The man the bartender had been serving turned to face Ranma. "Remember me?"
Ranma stared. "Oh I no, don't tell me it'll come to me."
The man who was gazing in wonder at Ranma's memory. "You tied me up and shoved me in a closet."
"Gee, well that doesn't really narrow it down. Could you describe what was in the closet?"
"I tried to kill you!"
"Now if you'd said the opposite maybe I could narrow it down."
"I'm Nos."
"No, it's not ringing any bells. Look are you sure it was me?"
"How many other gender changing Martial Artists are there in Tokyo?"
"I don't know, how many?"
"Two nights ago I stole you from your bed; I tied you up and questioned you about your 'friend.'"
"Then what happened?"
"You knocked me unconscious with some foul beam and the next thing I knew I was tied up in a laundry cupboard and being offered tea. That reminds me, could you please thank that darling girl the next time you she her she was a life saver."
From annoyance to polite request, Ranma was still at a lost to identify this man. "You know I am sure it's on the tip of my tongue, if you just give me a second."
"I'm the spirit hunting guy . . . I kidnapped you for f000ing sake."
"Wait I know you're the one Nabiki skinned. Nog."
"No, Nos."
"Oh right yeah that's it. Funny meeting you here."
"Ha, this is one of the biggest gatherings of supernatural nasties this side of Inverness."
"Really, wow."
"That's why you're here isn't it, to find them and kill them. You've got balls kid. Not even I would attack them here."
"What did Nabiki tell you about me?"
"Oh, it's all right she told me all about the curse and how even though you act like an idiot it's just part of your careful facade. I've got to admit when I first met you, you had me fooled."
"Nabiki talks a lot. What curse did she tell you about?"
"Well she explained how you were a noble samurai who fought for truth and justice and one day cursed by an evil sorcerer you were made to don the shape of a girl and to confound this dreadful curse the sorcerer made you seem like an idiot. The curse will never be lifted till you break the curse by defeating the evil sorcerer in combat."
"Oh that curse, Nabiki told you about that curse. I'd like you to not tell others about that curse, it's embarrassing."
Nos. smiled conspiratorially at Ranma. "Sure, sure, but it mustn't be that hard turning into a girl when you get a figure like that."
"Do you want to keep all your fingers?" Glancing at Nos Ranma saw over his shoulder the bouncer who had approached him earlier walking over. "So, have you seen the girl?"
"Nope, not a glimpse."
With a heavy sigh Ranma ignored him and faced Nos, "What did you mean by supernatural nastiness, bigger than Inverness?"
Nos pointed at two bouncers. "You mean you don't know; behind that door is Neo 5 VIP room where all the bad guys come out to play. Very exclusive, very magical, and I have been watching it for the past six hours."
When Ranma felt a hand settle on the hand she had on the bar she shook her head. "How many fingers do I have to break tonight before someone gets the idea?" When she saw who was gripping her hand she laughed.
Mike had decided to make his move. Sweating and trembling Mike launched into the line Sam had told him was a dead certain girl puller. "Your legs must be tired, 'cause they've been running through my mind all night."
Ranma turned her hand palm up and held Mike's hand. "I am not going to say this a second time, GET LOST." As she watched the disappointment appear on his face, she felt a crowd gathering behind her.
"You are one cold hard bit00." Swiveling around she saw a group of men including the two that she had politely refused earlier standing in a half circle around her.
They were recognizable because one man had his hand in a split and another was standing as if he'd just messed himself. Standing beside them were a dozen odd guys and a few girls who must have been their friends.
"You broke my fingers you bit00."
Just then the clubs bouncer who had been going to make sure she was on time for Mr. Cassius reached the gathered crowd.
Nos was still sitting at the bar and quite enjoying the show.
"You bloody cock00000." Staring in mild shock Ranma watched as the crowd stared hissing at her.
The bouncer stepped between the two groups and held up a hand. "Ladies, Gentleman, could we please not revert to such actions here?"
His height and build was enough to stop several of the jilted men's friends to stop there movement towards Ranma.
When Mike seeing an opportunity stepped forward. "Yeah, you leave my girlfriend alone!" Looking over his shoulder, he grinned at Ranma. "Don't worry I'll protect you."
Leaning against the bar, Ranma just sighed. "So, she's your girlfriend. How did a fox like that end up with a boot faced mongrel like you?"
Mike who had testosterone for brains right at that moment shouted and charged at the man who had insulted him.
Before the bouncer could stop them two of the men in the crowd grabbed Mike's arms and slammed him to the ground. The bouncer caught one up in a giant fist but could not stop the other from stomping on Mike's chest with a boot.
Mike's friend Sam saw this and rushed to save his friend. Pulling his fist back, he clocked the guy stomping on his friends' chest hard on the chin. And the fight began, the friends of Ranma's jilted pick up artists rushed forward jumped on Sam who the bouncer dropped the guy he was holding and waded into the free for all.
Still standing at the bar Ranma watched the fight, and thanked the fates for not being in the center of that again, when someone made their way through the mob and reached her.
"This is all your fault."
Grabbing for her hair they took a swing and missed when Ranma leant to the side still smiling. "Too slow."
"Bit00!"
Fists flying Ranma easily dodged the sloppy punches.
As the brawl grew, when people who had nothing to do with it started getting involved Nos motioned the trembling bar tender over with a finger. Ducking broken glass, she crept up to Nos, who was ignoring the fight behind him. "Vodka two fingers." When a full bottle landed on his head shattering drenching him in red wine, his gray coat dripped with wine. "I've changed my mind, don't worry about the glass." Gripping the bottle in one hand he turned around and joined the fight grinning.
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When Nabiki left the toilets, it was to find the club caught up in a massive brawl fists and glass flying everywhere. Moreover, in the center was a bouncing red head, shouting out critiques of her opponents.
"Look, your wrist is all wrong. You'll hurt yourself punching like that." Ducking a flying chair, she laughed. "Practice."
Nabiki carefully made her way around the wall of the club and inched her way to the exit, ducking flying hands, feet, and the occasional head. Along the way, she found Nos beating two guy's head's together in time with the music.
"Who's going to pay my laundry bill?"
When she reached the way out Nabiki put two fingers in her mouth and whistled.
Ranma who was perched on one of the vertical tables stuck too the wall was making fun of a girl who was trying to climb up after her, turned to face Nabiki and grinned. Leaping across the room, Ranma bounced from head to head until she finally reached Nabiki and the exit. "Do we have to go? I'm having fun."
Nabiki ducked as what looked like someone's hairpiece hit the wall next to her glared at Ranma. "I couldn't get anything out of the DJ, or any of the bouncers, the matches were a dead end."
For once Ranma knew more than Nabiki. "I know something you don't know."
At that moment, a dozen heavily muscled men poured in through the back and front doors, the cavalry had arrived.
Watching as the bouncers crushed the drunken socialites fight, like oil on ants, Ranma sighed. "Let's get out of here; it looks like the fun is over."
They snuck through the open door along with a flood of other people and caught their breaths outside for a moment. Only to watch Nos fly face first out the door. Picking himself up and dusting himself off Nos snorted and wandered over to the two girls. "So you survived.Why am I not surprised? Now that was a piss poor bar fight if ever I saw one."
People kept spilling out of the door and they watched the bruised and bloody crowd leave. Until Ranma recognized a face, it was the bouncer from before. "Nabiki I think we should be leaving."
Before Ranma could hustle Nabiki away, the man reached them. "Miss, Mr. Cassius is waiting."
Authors Note:
Hopefully, now that Hiryo and I have revised the other chapters of this story, where we found lots of plot mistakes, spelling and grammar errors, and just plain, 'What the Hell was I writing about' moments it is easier to read.
Useless Information: This is the longest chapter I have written for this story.
I am also now dabbling my toes in Live Journal, look up the name Phorcys and you will find me.