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Jax swirled the contents of his wine glass, standing beside Axel as a human woman fawned over his tail. "So immaculate," she cooed, reaching out to pet it. Jax was used to being treated like a toy, an object to be admired and played with. The woman ran her fingers through his fur, the sound she made making Jax slightly uncomfortable. Things like this were why Jax loved New Earth. No one looked at him like this. "Well Madame Vonda, if you'd like, I can arrange a private interview, if you do decide to sponsor Mr. Bug," Jax's smile was pleasant, but did not quite reach his eyes. "It would be an honor," he took Madame Vonda's hand, kissing her palm. "To make more intimate acquaintance with you." He winked, Madame Vonda seeming to melt on the spot. She fanned herself with her free hand, her cheeks heating up to the same color as her bright red lipsticks.
"Well, I think we can arrange something." She cooed, Jax releasing her hand. He turned away as Axel stepped forward to seal the deal, subtly wiping his mouth on a napkin. Her hands smelled like citrine and dogwood, her perfume was clashing with whatever hand lotion she had on. "Jax," Axel cleared his throat. "There is another sponsor waiting to meet you," he indicated towards the line of humans. While Jax's smile remained polite, inside he felt sick.
The party, the music, the wine, the combination of it was resurfacing memories he would have rather kept drowned. "I need a quick break," Jax spoke softly. "A break?" Axel repeated, bemused. Jax nodded, Axel shifting, pondering the idea. "Two more, then you can go." Jax internally groaned, but faced forward. He made a show of greeting the small crowd, wanting to vomit. "You are quite the unique looking mutant," a woman with a hat made of feathers commented, "easy on the eyes." The feeling of nausea doubled down.
"Thank you," Jax's voice remained soft. "Alright, how much?" She turned to Axel. "A help basket is 1,000 Viz. A name is 10,000." She looked Jax up and down once more, as though to determine his value. "Alright, I'll go for 1,000." She reached her wrist out, Axel ushing a pocket pod to scan it. "Thank you, we greatly appreciate your sponsorship." Jax waved as she walked away, seemingly satisfied with herself. "I want a name on the first Game," a man winked. "It seems like the ladies have their eyes on you."
"Mr. Desmond, what a generous contribution. Do you want to arrange a private interview?" The man flapped his wrist and shook his head. "No need, I'm not interested in men. Although with a face like that, who knows, maybe I'll change my mind." He winked, holding out his wrist for Axel to scan with the pocket pod. Jax's tail flickered with something akin to contempt. "Nerves getting to you?" Axel asked as they moved away from the line of humans and towards the refreshments.
"What nerves?" Axel replied, picking up another glass of wine. He was going to need it if he was to make it through the night.