Chapter 7-700
The bar on 22nd was a fancy place that screamed socialism. As the boys made their way towards the doors, Spirit could already hear and feel the vibrations from the music being played inside. If his fancy Team Reiki detector watch didn't show reading of high radioactivity, he'd almost think that Kokami had gotten his facts wrong. Beside him, Fox and 45 were also taking in the sights.
45 whistled when they reached the stain glass doors that portrayed a glass of wine surrounded by music notes. "These jerks really know how to decorate," he said.
Fox nodded and pulled at the collar of his maroon shirt so that it flared out, making the boy seem more mature. Of course, Fox was only a year away from being eighteen so he could pass for it as long as the bouncer didn't ask for I.D. 45 and Spirit however had to work at it…. especially 45. Spirit was 6'3" without trying so that helped him look older even though his face wasn't very handsome. With the proper clothes, courtesy of his older sister, he could pass for a twenty-six year old. 45 was shorter and looked as immature as he acted. Why he was the only one allowed a gun was beyond Spirit but he still respected 45. He was the leader of their little group after all.
Spirit glanced through the glass at the meaty bouncer who was glaring at the opposite wall. "They also know how to hire. Look at that guy. Even his muscles have muscles."
45 cracked his knuckles. "He doesn't look that tough. Besides, you know what they say. The bigger they are the harder they fall."
Fox coughed slightly. "I believe you changed that to the bigger they are the harder they punched after the bouncer at Conquering Caesars nearly broke your rib cage."
"Hey! That was a cheat shot and the jerk caught me off guard!"
Fox shook his head. "Just give Dragon enough time to find the samples before you get us kicked out." The boy disappeared through the door before 45 could reply.
Spirit and 45 quickly followed him. They started to walk by the bouncer when he stretched out an arm, effectively blocking their path. "Sorry but this is an invitation only bar." He glared at 45 and Spirit. "You'll have to take your girlfriend to another bar."
Spirit quickly clamped down on Fox's shoulder, ready to bet money that the other boy's eyes had turned gold. While he muttered, "Easy, easy," to Fox, 45 took on the bouncer.
"Look big guy. First, he's obviously a dude. Second, we're on the list so if you want to keep your job, you'd better move it!"
The bouncer glared down at 45, thankfully missing the slight bulge under his arm where his gun was. "Leave now or else, punk."
Five more people entered the bar and Spirit frowned. Just what they needed. An audience who would remember the description of three teenage boys who jumped a bouncer and possibly placed the man in the hospital if 45 had his way. Meanwhile 45 had made a surprisingly reasonable demand. "Just look at your dumb list for Mr. Overlord of Absolute Awesomeness."
The bouncer started to refuse when he noticed the group waiting. Grumbling, the ox turned to his desk. While his back was turned the three boys dashed into the mob. The bouncer shouted at them but thankfully the group behind them had followed them so the bouncer had more targets.
The boys mingled with the crowd for a few minutes before slowly making their way to the door marked 'Employees Only.' When you were looking for something illegal, you always started behind closed doors, the boys always said. Unfortunately, a sassy looking blonde was watching the door. Spirit looked back at Fox and noticed him frown. Although Spirit would never say it to Fox's face, this was mainly the reason why he was on the team. The other three boys were simply unable to hand these sorts of situations delicately enough. So when Fox sighed and made his way to the blonde, Spirit couldn't help but grin. This was going to be amusing.