Nocturne - Wearing a Tuxedo and a big dumb mustache, "Who was that fucking guy !?"
Mishil - Giggling in a full slit gown, "No idea !"
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Outside the club, Mariposa waits in the car, a couple of fuck-boys approach ...
FB 1 - "Heyyy ..."
FB 2 - "Yo !"
Middle finger out the window then the barrel of a gun. The gun draws back in (finger still out) then Yorick. He looks at them ...
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Nocturne - As they get up off the floor, she straightens her bow-tie and mustache. Restraining a laugh, "Wait. Why are we even here !?"
Mishil - Checking the tear on the skirt with a kick and a rip. "Educational video." A shadow box toeing side to side, "Another fucking ... 'EXO' Tale ..."
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Mariposa waits, tapping fingers on the wheel, bored.
She glances suspiciously at the radio ... she flips the radio on.
The band inside the nightclub begins to play. As Mishil and Nocturne 'casually' make way for exit, the crowd rushes the floor for the music, leaving some very angry looking men in questionable suits !
... the front draws a knife held
close to the buttons of his skinny-suit ...
The suit is shiny.
The suit is shiny.
Nocturne - "Hey now." She smiles. "Education is very important."
... she wags tongue between fingers at him ...
He twitches rage and lunges, Mishil grabs arm to take the knife while Nocturne spins him off from the waist and into dance, then tossing at the next, catching the knife hand, wrist crack as he drops under the skinny suit front.
Mishil spins back to her arms as heels spike skulls.
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Mariposa bops her head sided side ... bored ... rolls her eyes.
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Another lead attacks, all the skinny-suits filed along the dance floor observation ring, celebrants backs turned. Through the song they dance their way twining and cutting camera like a turning record being DJ'ed, mixed with the joyous floor and to the door.
A desperate shot from the last skinny suit, loud. The music stops, the crowd turns to scream, rushing for the door and obscuring their escape.
The lights go out, leaving ... the half shadowed face of a man with conspicuous eyebrow ... Roaring ... in rage with no clear shot through the Panicking Throng !
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Mishil and Nocturne fall through the club entrance door, struggling over each other laughing to the car, the masses from the club pour screaming behind.
Screeching gone, music on the stereo, fuzzy dice swinging side to side.
Voiced over by Cassandra - "It's an EXO-Tale !"
Voiced over by Cassandra - "It's an EXO-Tale !"