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Embera Armitage
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βββββββββββββββββββββββββ Embera and her friends finished their breakfast and headed out of the cafΓ© and piled into Emberaβs new car. βSo tonight, we have something big planned for you.β Her friend Rachel said. βOh dear should I be nervous?β Embera asked sarcastically turning on the chevy with a roar -- although honestly she was slightly nervous given her friendβs penchant to do crazy things. βClub Utopia.β Were the only two words that her friend said next. βSeriously? You figured out where itβs going to be tonight?β βYEP, my cousin was there last night and told me. And the club is going to be completely 1920βs themed. My grandma said that is so DARB and that we should dig in her storage for something to wear.β Rachel rolled her eyes laughing at the period slang. It wasnβt unusual to have relatives that were as old as the 1800s, although werewolves tended to have a shorter lifespan compared to other supernatural, in some ways being the strongest but having the most weaknesses. So they drove to Rachelβs, another multi-generational brownstone home where they tried vintage dresses out of Rachelβs grandmotherβs trunk. There were anything from old boas and pearls to fringe dresses in the trunk. Embera donned a
black beaded dress, which her friends thought was a little too vampy looking but she settled on anyway.
βNow show us your nails.β Rachel demanded. Embera held out her newly painted and lacquered nails proudly. βI just got them done two days ago.β βWell thatβs too bad. Youβre going to have to get them redone.β βWhat? Are they already chipping?β Embera inspected her nails but then her friend held up her hand flashing elongated pointed claws in front of her. It was then she realized all of the other girls had their claws out as well. βDonβt worry, guys like the wild look where weβre going. Yours look too tame.β Embera felt a pang of adrenaline and nervous excitement. She was so used to hiding everything not human about herself even the idea of wearing her claws out in public excited her. She closed her eyes and concentrated wincing as the claws broke through her flimsy human ones, growing into one inch points. βThere we go. Now I think weβre ready.β Rachel grinned, patting her on the shoulder. The bloody remnants of her human finger nails were thrown in the trash bin and they left.
βHere, here, here!β
Embera stopped her car abruptly along the sidewalk next to the dark deserted park, now completely empty in the evening time. βAre you sure this is it?β Embera questioned. βIt better be or someoneβs getting a pounding when I get home. He said it would in the boyβs bathroom.β Embera looked skeptically at her friend but none the less got out of the car with the rest of her entourage and followed. The air outside was cold enough their breath came out in puffs of steam and they walked closely together trying to keep warm in their skimpy fringe dresses. The cinderblock structure that was the bathroom in the middle of the park was eerily dark and quiet and they stood at the entrance, their sensitive noses absolutely appalled by the smell emanating from within. βIsnβt there another entrance?β βNope. After you. Second stall to the left.β Embera scowled at her friend before going inside with her nose plugged. Her light sensitive eyes easily found the graffiti riddled door of the determined entrance stall and pushed through.
For a moment there was a disorienting darkness as she stepped inside the stall. A sensation as if she had missed a phantom step caused her to almost fall, putting her hands out in front of her, only to find herself on the other side of a completely different door in a completely different setting. Her hands caught a marble hand railing in front of her and she was staring over a one story balcony down at a dance floor where big band music was playing. βWhoa.β She swallowed and stood upright, looking around to gather her bearings. Her friends came in behind her less dazed than herself as they had grown accustomed to the portals. βYou okay there? Come on.β They guided her down the stairs to the main floor. Embera was simply overwhelmed by the amount of supernatural in the club, many in their true forms the way she had never seen them before and soon was back to being quietly excited.
Tables to the left of the bar had been invaded by a hoard of wolves already, glowering at any other supernatural creatures that tried to take seats around them. βI thought it was just supposed to be us.β Embera whispered to her friend, stopping short. βIt was.. But I may have let it slip to a few people where you were going to be tonight.β They continued forward and were hardily welcomed by the pack, members not only from Brooklyn but a few others as well. They melded into the group, Embera making her rounds to greet and thank everyone who came (invited or not) and it wasnβt long before the drinks started pouring in. A pack of wolves could drink a whole bar dry with their fast metabolisms making it hard to get even the teensiest bit tipsy. Once it seemed everyone was having a good time, Embera took the opportunity to slip away for a little bit and stand by the edge of the dance floor looking curiously over the other supernatural creatures present in the club. It wasn't only the variety of supernatural that surprised her but that they all seemed to be getting along just fine talking, laughing and even dancing with one another. It made her realize how sheltered she really was since she very rarely interacted with species outside her own. She wondered what the consequences might be if she started a conversation with another creature or God forbid -gasp- dance with one. She smiled mischievously to herself at the thought. Wouldn't that be a riot?