"Please come with us!" Trine begged Devon for the millionth time. Devon was being as stubborn and petulant as she could, but Trine was innocently pouting at her. Over the past few days the two littles personalities had not clashed so much as they did in this moment. It was the innocent flower versus the badass brat.
Harley and Joker's eyes flicker between the two. Trine was hanging off of Dove's arm and Dove was glaring straight at her. Harley and Joker shared an amused look, curious as to how this would end.
After several minutes of a staring competition, Devon huffed and rolled her eyes. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she took in their clothing. Trine was wearing a floaty light pink lace dress with a matching flower hairband. Nude high heels graced her feet. She reminded Devon of a fairy. Harley was wearing a tight red dress with black mesh over it and black sparkly heels. Joker wore a gold and black blazer- bearing his chest, dark purple dress pants and black dress shoes.
"Do I have to wear a dress?" Devon grouched glaring at the offending dresses.
"No!" Trine exclaimed immediately. "Where whatever you want!"
Dove sighed and walked away, "Give me a minute to change." She muttered before disappearing down the corridor.
Harley wolf whistled when she got sight of Devon. "Well don' you look like a sexy lil' pixie!" She called. Trine and Joker looked up from where they were playing a clapping game.
Trine skipped over to Dove, dancing around her. "You look so pretty!" Trine squealed.
Devon looked down at her outfit in confusion. She wore a bralette with blue, purple, black and green painted feathers, leather pants and black heels. "I just got changed." She shrugged.
"Come on girlies, let's go." Joker ushered them all to the door. Frost opened the car doors for them and away they went.
Devon's hips twirled as she and Trine danced in the club. The music pounded through them. The Smile And Grin was completely pact. Trine was spinning in a floaty manner around Devon, who's own body was moving and rolling like a siren. The pair drew the rooms eyes towards them in appreciation. Harley was dancing up in one of the cages, working chains like a pole. From her vantage point she could keep a keen eye on the littles, and anyone idiotic enough to allow their hands to wander.
Dove laughed, feeling extremely dizzy, and pulled Trine to the bar. The two girls grinned at each other, the vibe of the bar raising their moods sky high.
Devon gave the barman devilish grin before ordering, "I'll get three shots of vodka and a rum and coke." Devon glanced at Trine, "And a Sex on the Beach for the fairy princess." She nodded her head in Trine's direction.
As quickly as the shots were poured Dove had down them. Taking her rum and coke in her right hand, she passed Trine her cocktail with her left. Devon leant against the bar carelessly, Trine copying the action.
Trine took a sip of her drink, "How'd you know I'd like this?" She shouted to Dove over the music and chatter.
"I didn't." Dove called back. The two girls chatted as they finished their drinks.
"Come on!" Trine said once she'd finished her third cocktail. She grabbed Devon's arm, dragging the slightly taller girl onto the dance floor. Dove laughed happily as she was dragged off.
The two girls were all twirls and hips and spins hypnotising all the eyes that fell upon them. They giggled and chatted and flowed free to the beat of the bass. Any wondering hands quickly regretted their decisions as Dove would leave them bruised, and in some cases broken. This ensure the two girls were left alone as they enjoyed their evening.
Finally Dove noticed the yawns slipping past Trine's lips. She grabbed the blonde's hand and guided her to the backroom. The goon allowed them entry, opening and shutting the door behind them. Frost stood behind where the Joker was sat, Harley sprawled out on his lap. On the sofa sat three other guys. Devon eyed them. They were very pretty, she decided.
"Well, well, well. Look who's finally joined us." The Joker smirked. Leaning forward and taking Trine into his right arm, he sat her on the opposite knee to Harley.
Dove shrugged, "Flower Child was tired, thought I'd return her to the adults." She waved her hand vaguely around the room, her mind already wandering in boredom. "Imma head back out."
Joker clicked his tongue against his teeth, "Not on your own you ain't, doll."
Devon shrugged carelessly, "Sounds dull."
Joker's eyes narrowed at her dangerously, "Your such a brat." He growled.
Dove gave him a blinding grin, "Thank you!" His eyes darkened at her. For several minutes the two simply stared at each other. Dove looked away first. With a sigh she scanned the room.
She considered the three men sat opposite the Joker, Harley and Trine. One was bald, with a black goatee. His expression was serious and stern. He was handsome, sure, with clear muscles and guns galore but he seemed too strict for her. Too stern.
The next man looked ragged and rough. She could smell the tobacco and beer on him from where she stood. He seemed like a bad influence, like her. She'd look into him later, she decided. He seemed fun. Yes, she thought the two of them could be great friends.
The last man was her favourite. He looked like a large cuddly teddy bear. Sitting down, he reached just past her shoulder. He was (in her opinion) the prettiest of the three. His bulky figure perfect for cuddling or for rough housing. He interested her.
Sashaying up him, Devon grabbed his large hand and pulled at him, hinting for him to get up. "Come on." She commanded him with slight whine in her voice.
He gave her a placating smile that people reserve for children, "Where we going?" He asked, standing up.
"To dance." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world- and, to her, it was. She looked up at his 6'2 height from her own 5'3. He grunted his agreement, offering her his arm. "I gotta take someone or Mr J'll get all grumpy and growly and you look nice."
"I look nice?" He asked in amusement as he led her to the door.
"Your very pretty." She nodded seriously. Loud laughter chuckled from Croc's lips.
"What's your name, firefly?" Croc asked. As they reached the dance floor.
"Devon. Or Dove." Dove chirped, "What's yours, pretty boy?"
"Croc." He grunted, spinning Devon in circles which had her giggling.
As she stopped and fell into him, hands on his chest. She grinned cheekily at him, "I prefer Pretty Boy." Croc growled playfully at her.
The duo danced the rest of the night away. Laughs and drinks and dizziness ended when the sun began to rise and Croc carried Devon to Joker's car. Doing up her seat belt before the car drove off. The beginning had finally begun.