'I'm going to ask you get off the table."
The scary deep voice made Flynn, Ariel and Aladdin turn around, and induced a small scream from Ariel, but Flynn just stood still, and seemed to think about it.
"Nah, fuck you."
And Flynn/Eugene continued to dance like the world was ending, and everyone else followed.
If the 'fuck you' from a teenager with a bad 5 o'clock shadow had any effect on the bouncer, he didn't show it. "Get off the table." He deadpanned.
"We just want to dance man!" Aladdin yelled, pop-locking and dropping it. He swayed his head back and forth, and caught sight of something gold and pointy in the bouncer's pocket. With a new, mischievous light in his eyes, a smile floated on his face. For reasons Aladdin didn't know, he wanted that gold thing in the bouncer's pocket. And he wanted it right that second. "Maybe if we danced with you would understand." Aladdin sniffed, stepping down to the bench-like chairs that were attached to the table. He stuck out his hand to the bouncer. Flynn and Ariel stopped, and stared at the spectacle.
"Come on. Do you trust me?" Aladdin asked, his eyes scanning every part of the bouncer's appearance. Well for one thing, the guy was stoic as hell, and was gigantic. In height, and in muscle. He was also black, and had a shaved head. There were a few things that were weird; the bouncer was wearing sunglasses at night, and had the word COBRA tattooed across his right knuckles. Seemed like a nice guy.
The bouncer wrinkled his nose, and before he could say anything, Aladdin stepped down to face Mr. Cobra. Much to Flynn's utter dismay, Aladdin reached for the bouncer's right hand. "Cobra huh? Is that a family name?" Just like Aladdin wanted, the bouncer flinched away turning to the left, revealing the gold pointy thing in his pocket. ALaddin took that moment to 'accidently' trip into him.
His hands moved like they had their own minds, and the gold thing was in his hands.
"Touch me again." Mr. Cobra growled, cracking his knuckles. The large, rhino of a man charged at Aladdin and the rest of the gang on the table. Aladdin dodged him and ran like hell down the street, laughing. Flynn and Ariel took no time standing around either.
"SCATTER!" Ariel screamed, jumping off the table and sprinting into night,
Flynn followed her, nearly getting his ankle grabbed by Mr. Cobra. "Scatter? Really Ariel? Where'd you get that one, The Outsiders?" He panted, soon side by side with the red-headed swimmer.
"THE OUTSIDERS WAS AWESOME FLYNN. YOU SHOULD REALLY READ IT SOMETIME."
"I'VE NEVER HAD SOMEONE SCREAM A BOOK RECOMMENDATION TO ME." Flynn yelled, pumping his arms and running around a sleeping hobo.
Ariel didn't answer him, she was already a little winded. There was a damn reason swimmers were swimmers in the first place. They can't run. At all. "My car!" She cried, the green GM Spark coming into view on the other side of the street. It was right where she left it, and it was very shiney. Those homeless guys actually did clean it.
Aladdin was already waiting there, tapping the the roof impatiently. "Come guys! Hurry up!"
Ariel struggled to get her keys of her purse, and Flynn raced across the street. With two beeps and a flicker of lights, the boys ripped open the car doors and dived in. Ariel poppied in the drivers seat, and drove, drove, drove until Wonderland was out of sight.
The gold thing in Aladdin's pocket was beginning to feel heavy, and the teenager ached to see what it was. While Ariel and Flynn were in deep conversation, he pulled it out of his pocket.
Huh.
It looked like half of a 24 carat beetle.
Or a scarab if you want to be specific.