*Poom!* *Boom!* *Poom!* *Boom!* *PWOOM!* *BOOOM!*

  Loud. Bright.

  Certainly the first words Fith would say about the club.

  The way it announced itself was an art.

  He could feel it bouncing into him before he heard it.

  He could hear it through the night streets.

  He could see it flashing colourful lights around the sky.

  He could smell it the Axe wafting around his nose from a guy in front.

  He could practically taste it with a half drank Pepsi in hand.

  "Next!"

  'Don't let Axe in, don't let Axe in!'

  "Hey! You didn't bring a pass!"

  'Yes! Bye pretty boy!'

  "Tsk, well..we didn't get a full book tonight. I'll let you in if you pay at the front for a pass. Deal?"

  "Yes! Thank you man! ??? ??!"

  'Noo! Screw you Bouncer! To the deepest hells for you!'

  "Next!"

  As the despair of Axe being let in, slowly set in, Fith regained his pep with the realization that Sally was waiting for him!

  "Pass?"

  "Ah, yep. ?. I got it right here, ???. Have a good nigh-"

  "VIP."

  "??"

  "VIP pass. We just full booked, only VIP left. You got one?"

  "No, no of course I don't I-"

  "Then beat it! No pass; no entry. You understand? That goes for all of you! VIP or leave."

  The line shrunk, no, shriveled. Only those that were actually VIP or had a pass stayed around.

  "Hey, that ain't right! I have a pass! You said it was open! I heard you say-"

  "Not the right pass. Now it's closed. Now I'm saying we're closed."

  "Hey loser you're making a scene!"

  "Yea scram bro!"

  "If you ain't VIP leave already dude."

  The line of almost drunk, already drunk, and wanting to be drunk, started yelling at Fith to get a move on.

  Bouncer spoke up.

  "You can get out of the line," Bouncer put his big ham hand on Fith's shoulder. "Or I can make you. '???.'"

  "You know, tough choice. Fuck y-"

  *BwliCK!*

  The fist on his shoulder quickly become one with Fith's teeth.

  "You even taste like ha-"

  *Crack-Click*

  One of Fith's teeth ripped out of his jaw and clacked against the white stone of the wall.

  "Okay. O-K. That hurt, yea, that hurt good." Fith pulled out his phone. "Let me call someone."

  "What are gonna d-"

  "Shh, shh, shush."

  Fith raised his hand and brought a finger to his lips, before putting his hand against Bouncer's chest, who was visibly upset by the action.

  "Listen, just listen. If you see the name on my phone and don't feel like fleeing the country, I'll let you beat out another tooth. Deal?"

  "Humph.."

  *Ring..Ring..Rin-click*

  "Sally. Hey, I'm- well- yea, I just-Okay. I know. I know, I'm sorry." Bouncer gained a unsightly grin as Fith talked. "But, Sally wait,"

  Bouncer had a look of recognition flash his face. Fith stared into him, through him.

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  "I'm just outside. Sally, you have to know your club is very popular, many people are waiting to get in," and gave a grin back.

  "No no, I have it. Yea my pass is right here. Oh. No. Really it's okay, everyone has to follow the rules. I'll wait."

  Fith put the flip phone back in his pocket, and snatched a water bottle from the guy behind him.

  "Hey!"

  Fith handed him his Pepsi, bent down, and picked up his tooth.

  *Splash*

  Fith's poured the water on his tooth and cleaned it up.

  "Hey, so you gonna let me in, ????"

  "Uh, I. Uhhh, you-"

  "Great! Thank you! It means sooo much to me. Ah, here!"

  Fith grabbed his now old, flat, Pepsi from the man and gave back the bottle.

  Throwing his now clean-not really-tooth in the can, he handed it to Bouncer walked past him and put a hand on his shoulder, whispering.

  "Real talk, you're gonna send me an x-ray with my tooth in your colon, and I won't tell Sal about this. Or, If you don't, I'll find you one day, and shove it in there the wrong direction. Chow!"

  Fith pat his shoulder and disappeared into the club.

  *Boosh!* *Boosh!* *Boosh!*

  Entering the club was a different experience. Like entering a spaceship or the Tardis.

  Chilled air an edge just over freezing.

  Speakers from floor to ceiling slamming you with sound and wind as soon as you enter.

  Red carpet with gold frills guided the way across the floor.

  A marble desk with a casual but prim lady sat beside a large double door.

  "???? Or English, sir?"

  "??, thanks."

  "Of course, sir. Do you have a pass or invitation?"

  "Both, but here's my pass."

  The lady took it from his hands and put it in a slot.

  She then exited her desk before grabbing a metal loop attached to the doors and clacking them down hard.

  'They have fucking door knockers inside the building?! Is this a Korean thing, or just this club?"

  *ClingK-cre-ee-ee-ek*

  The doors swung out and open, much warmer air carrying a fog rolled through the crack.

  "Oh. It's starting to make sense."

  "Yep."

  'I said that out loud..'

  Fith nodded at the nice lady before walking in to the glitter bomb, that is the club proper.

  Lights, sounds, smells, tastes, everything. It was an overload.

  Fith was in his element!

  Threading his way through throbbing bodies, flying drinks and blinding lights, Fith made it to the bar.

  It was crowded with people, a big horse shoe with 3 active bartenders.

  No area was left untouched. Except for one.

  A big pocket of space, where no one moved near, around the bar or otherwise.

  And it was all centered on one woman.

  Sally.

  Feeling a set of eyes on her, she turned her head slowly toward Fith.

  The very sun bloomed in her smile, and her hand waved angels in it's path, beckoning Fith.

  "So you came. Late. What can we do with a hopeless guy like you? Really.."

  "Sally."

  "Fith."

  "..."

  "..."

  ?Dun dun dun Tick, Dun doo doo Tick?~

  Last Friday Night began to play with a color scheme change for the whole club;

  Pink and disco green and lemon yellow floodlights, LEDs, and even smoke, filled the the entire club.

  The horse shoe bar flashed blue and off white, all the American foreigners and more middle age club goers started getting exited.

  Fith, included.

  "OH! I like this song! Taylo-" *Smack!* "Katy. Katy is amazing!"

  Sally couldn't help but grin and huff.

  "You are just such a child sometimes...Go get yourself tired out and then come back. We still need to talk!"

  "Wilco! WHOO!"

  "Truly a man child.."

  "Whiskey neat, coconut back."

  Fith looked at Sally after ordering his drink.

  "Vodka up."

  The bartender turned around before Fith spoke again.

  "Take your time. In fact, be late."

  The bartender, a young little thing to them, nodded before almost fleeing to another group.

  "Huh, hooo..I'm not gonna like your words, will I, Sally?"

  "...Thank you."

  "..."

  "Thank you for so much. We owe you beyond what can be paid for all this."

  Fith practically growled out her name.

  "Sally."

  "When we met for the first time-"

  "Sally."

  "...Rilt is done. He went home."

  Fith put both elbows on the counter and leaned down.

  "Rilt..Rilt deserved-"

  "Griven-"

  "Sally I don't want to know."

  "-is in The Black."

  *Skric.*

  A loud scratch sounded between them as Fith's nails curled on the counter.

  "...Fith..."

  "'Mistake.' That's what he called him. 'Mistake.' That's what he was. That's what he called you. That's what you are."

  *Screach-ch-ch!*

  Fith clawed at the counter, nails almost winning against the metal.

  Almost.

  Black wisps devouring the light threaten to rise from him, licking at every morsel of time they could touch.

  "But Griven, he chose me. Chose. I am NOT another- HE-"

  A breath.

  "You can be proud to carry your title, 'First of Riser's Mistakes' with whatever pride you think a MISTAKE deserves!"

  Fith looked in Sally's eyes.

  "I'll take pride in being 'Griven's First Wish'!"

  *Slam!*

  "Barkeep! You're late! Sally, are we done?"

  "No."