Punk is not dead

[variaboss]

Who: Xanxus, Sabo and YOU
What: Sabo insulted punk, so now they're haivng a little music battle
When: 3 Feb
Where: Club VorTeQ
Warnings: Xanxus warnings apply, more as added.


It's time. The infamous little punk club is filled to the brim with curious fans. Ever since that little twit-fit, the club has been really playing up the upcoming battle between Sabo and Xanxus. There are posters and special drinks, themed for each musician.

The stage is set up for the two, with everything they need. The bar is active and the club is hopping. While this isn't a legitimate contest like the Song Contest, there's something more on the line here. The pride of punk music.

[ooc: open prompts below or make up your own]

Comments

[avidita]

[Well, they don't exactly have contact with them, but... This works.]

Understood. They never doubt you will.

[That's enough for now, they think, and they shift their powers around Fantasma to mimic an orgasm so that the poor frog is finally released. She digs her fingers into his shoulders with a shudder before slumping against him, and Mammon reaches over to rub her back.]

[Fantasma and the sacrifices she makes.]

I think it's time for us to go for now. Things to do. [Illusion sickness to avoid, etc.] We'll leave you a way to contact us.... for our next date, of course.

[variaboss]

[ Well, he can cross give a frog an orgasm off his bucket list. Hopefully she enjoyed it, fake or not. Because he's giving her another hell of a kiss and then pulling his hand away to readjust her skirt for her ]

It is. Next time, I hope you two are both ready for a bit of fun. But before that, you best come here, cause I'm not letting you go without a kiss as well. Something to remember me by and get you looking forward to more.

[avidita]

[Such a gentleman, boss is. Fantasma has no complaints as she relaxes against the armrest to make room for Mammon. When they joined the Varia, they didn't think it'd be the kind of job that meant satisfying their boss' boner...]

[But that's why they let the illusion handle that so they don't have to do it themself. It's a fantastic makeout too, if they can say so themself. They'll fake nothing but the best for their boss.]

It'd be impossible to forget you, trust us.

[It's why they're here.]