Right when Johnny was a few feet away from the bouncer and was about to swindle his way in, Kristin ran up to him. He tilted his hat upwards with his right hand so that he can get a better look at her and said "Yeah it's been awhile."
By this time he was holding his cane from the middle.

It was a bit of a surprise here seeing a white girl at a Brazilian club. Maybe she was looking for him or somebody to talk to. Though she wasn't the last person he wanted to talk to, which will be fine since he hasn't talked to absolutely no one until today really. He looked at her and trying not to sound arrogant, (which was something he was trying to put behind him to be a better person) "Yeah... how are you doing? And what exactly are you doing around here. Heh, last thing I remember you're not Brazilian."

Aw crap she's going to think that I'm being an ass...

He shrugged and started walking towards the bouncer, he's a big fellow. Though he figured that if he gets both him and Kristin inside of the club, maybe they'll have a bit of fun. He walked up to Carlos with a smug look on his face and he said "Ahem, big guy. Me and my... 'lady friend' would enjoy a day of dancing in the club... How much?"

Kristen shrugged, not really caring aout what Johnny had said about her not being Brazilian. As long as she could talk to someone. "Nope, I'm a hundred percent American. I'm bored. Not much to do and I've been in my apartement for a long time. Yeah, my parents thought their daughter being a 'freak' or whatever was bad buisness, so,yep. They made me move into some apartement." Kristen shrugged again, as if to say, "whatever."

She walked with Johnny up to the bouncer. She quickly spoke up, "Uh, no. It's no biggy, I can pay."

It was obvious that Kristin had a lot on her plate, she should have left when she had the... oh wait she was hurt so she couldn't of left at all. Johnny was slightly perturbed at 'the my parents thought their daughter being a freak' part of her statement, so he decided to try to cheer her up.

"Heh, Freak, eh? Well, unless you got like nine toes or a extra ear anywhere you're not a freak...just different." He paused carefully considering his next statement in such a touchy subject. "You're parents, they just think you're odd compared to them, but I wouldn't call you odd. Hell, what most people call odd, I call interesting."

He didn't want to let Kristin pay for it, because he wasn't planning on paying at all. "Oh yeah..." Johnny squinted looking at Carlos's name tag, he said "Carlos... I would like you to know that I am... Brazilian. Sorta... if my dad being part Brazilian counts as... being Brazilian. Then I should have no problem getting in here. Keep your money Kristin, this is all one me" He places his hand on his chest, with a smile.

((Short post yeah yeah))

Carlos the bouncer looked down at Johnny and laughed.

"Ok, two things homenzinho. Um, this club here is only for people over the age of dezoito, that's eighteen. And dois, if you are Brazilian then I am French! Now get out of here and go a a plac emore age-appropriate for you!" The bouncer laughed and cracked his knuckles. This kid was funny.

Kristen sighed as she took out her wallet. "Numero uno, you are not the best at appearing muy peligroso. Cracking your knuckles just looks estupido. Numer dos, if you watch the news on un television, you know us. Numero tres, if you don't know us, I'm willing to pay major dinero to get us in. So who cares how many anos or whatever we are?That is all," she shrugged. Kristen looked at Johnny and smiled, trying to say, "thanks for trying to cheer me up with the different thing."

Carlos was getting kind of mad now. These kids were not getting into that club no matter what.
"First of all, little girl, I do not speak Spanish, I speak Portuguese, the language of Brazil, so next time you try to taunt me at least do it in the right language. Second of all, I already get muito dinheiro doing this job. I don't need your ten bucks and a smile. Third of all..." Carlos (not the bartender) clenched his fist, and it began to catch fire. Javier Elias didn't play around when he wanted protection. "Get the picture? Now get out of here! You're attracting a crowd!"

Indeed, the thirty or so people in line to get into the club began to look over at the kids and point, saying things like "aren't they the kids from the news?" and "What are those stupid kids here for?"

Kristen was now irritated, "Uh, you do know Brazil is also a spanish speaking country, right? At least, that's what my spanish teacher says. Then again, she isn't spanish, so... yeah, sorry. Also, cool! I, like, know someone who can catch on fire." She patiently waited for a reply, though she felt like running right past him, leaving him looking confused. Heh, that would be funny.


Niza saw two kids about her age, maybe younger outside the club. They seemed familiar, but she didn't know why. Oh yeah, they were on the news. "Heh, they might need some help," she mumbled as she walked up to Carlos. She read his name tag and tapped him on the shoulder before turning him to look at her. Her eyes flashed gold as she spoke, "You should let these two in, m'kay?" she questioned.

The bouncer looked at the girl, and said. "Oh, certainly! all of you may come in! have fun amigos! The Shakira concert starts in about thirty minutes at the concert stage, standing room only!" Carlos stepped to the side, and let them in. What the inferno am I doing? he thought. It was almost as if his body was overshadowed by some outside force, and he couldn't control himself.

(still waiting on Turtle)

Kristen stared in disbelief at Niza as she walked into the club. She quietly whispered to Johnny, "It's clear that you are better then me at that socializing stuff and easing through situations like the one we were just in, but," she included as she pointed at Niza, "I think she has you beat." Kristen grabbed Johnny's wrist and pulled him along as she tried to catch up with the girl.

"Alright, I want answers. How did you do that?" Kristen demanded at Niza. Niza pretended to look confused, "Do what?" her confused face quickly turned into a smirk, "You mean the bouncer thing? Oh, I just suggested that he let you guys in, which always works with me." She then paused, looking at Kristen as if she could read her like a book, "After all, I am better at the socializing skills, and judging by how you talked to the bounce, I mean, well, basically the way you handle a situation."

Kristen glared at the girl. She did not like her one bit. She seemed to think it was fun to save someone from a collision and then treat them like trash or whatever. Kristen sighed, trying to calm her temper. "Well, I appreciate you helping us over there and all, but I don't think I will ever understand what you just said about how you did it," Kristen admitted, though honestly she just didn't care. Niza shrugged, "M'kay, then. See you two where ever, probably at the Shakira concert or something." And with that, Niza walked off into the crowd, leaving Kristen with a confused expression.

"I just don't like that chick," she mumbled.

Baker's smirk turned into a full-on smile, an attempt to seem gentle and reassuring. It was the sort of smile that seemed hide the fact that all he wanted was to get into her pants.

Did he really want to? Was he really going to stay that shallow? He had almost died a few weeks ago. Could he go through with this? And it was the owners daughter, too. That might make his life even worse.

I guess we'll just find out, he mused. Now, the offer of alcohol. Baker hadn't really acquired a taste for stuff- cupcakes were his forte, particularly cupcakes with weed. He stocked his chin, then stopped, remembering that he had shaved. Crap. He missed his roughneck goatee already.

"Sure, I guess."

What harm could a couple of sh!tty, overpriced drinks from a scary-looking bartender do to him? Baker couldn't really remember the last time he got drunk, or how much he had drunk for it. He was only eighteen, which probably made him a lightweight, but then again, this chick seemed just as if not less capable.

It was unbelievable.


Johnny rested his face into his palm as Kristin made herself look sooo stupid. While he was trying not to comment on this because he was trying to be the nice guy in things, it was so hard it felt like he was going hit her outside of her head with his cane and storm off.

The Bouncer seemed pretty SPOREed too. If he steps out of line or anything he's going to get a gold (or Brass) cane right into his eyeball, or jaw bone. That'll hurt like hell. But then this weird girl comes up and tells the angry bouncer to come in. It was... odd how his whole attitude changed right when she touched him. Gave Johnny the idea not to touch her, even if it was in bed.

His reverie was broken when Kristin dragged him in. Though if he really didn't want to come in he would have easily stopped her. Inside the club was sh*tty music, dancing, drinking. The whole deal, he reached into his Trench coat really fast and pulled out a card, a fake ID. Hopefully the bartender will not see through it and not let him get drunk for a change. Ever since Kristin hide his Vodka at the hospital... eh rather not get into that again.

But he just remembered the golden opportunity right next to him, "Well, that was interesting. Heh. Do you want to have..." he paused for over dramatic effect and said "...This dance" he extended his hand to her with a confident smile.

Kristen felt her face turn red. "Me? Um, I don't really know how to- I mean I'm not really good at..." Kristen sighed, calming her nerves. "Sure, why not?" She said as she placed her hand in Johnny's. She needed to do something calm down and maybe this would help. Then again, she had never really been calmed down by dancing. All it did was get her hyped up and stuff. She shrugged and started dancing.

"Yeah, I'm a idiot in languages, and the fact that my spanish teacher is an idiot in foreign languages, also doesn't help either," she admitted, feeling her face turn red again. "But, hay, we got in," she smiled, trying to keep her face from turning a darker shade of red. She let out another sigh, helping the adrenaline to calm down and her facial color returning to normal.

Carlos walked over to the kids and rested his elbows on the bar.
"what can I get you senhor?" he said begrudgingly.

Carolina, meanwhile, was quite distracted by a boy with an expensive-looking cane boy walked in. Carolina didn't like to be a shallow b*tch like her rich friends, but she wasn't going to date some SPORE. But this boy... Was both cute and rich. She slowly walked across the dance floor, weaving in between dancers and walked up to Johnny, not realizing that he was already dancing with someone. She flipped her hair, and checked her makeup in a compact. Looking good, now it was time for her to make her move. She tapped Johnny on the shoulder and said "Hola, I'm Carolina Elias, my papai owns the club. Would you like to dance?"

(girl fiiiight!!!!)

It was going so so well...

Johnny started to dance, with class and extravagance. He wanted to get a little closer to Kristin, so with every moment of his legs he skid a bit closer and closer to Kristin. Once he was a few inches away he suddenly stopped and grabbed her hands.

"You know, Kris. Are you into... Ball room dancing? I know this isn't the place but I know, the place. It has far more class than this trash...Eh, you know what forget about it."

Then suddenly let go of Kristin right after and got away from Kristin. Better not push your luck, Johnny boy... you already got her into this dump and to dance with you he thought to himself as he resumed his dance, cane in hand. During his dance somebody tapped on his shoulder, he kept dancing but looked over his shoulder to see a girl, tan-ish skin like his, black hair. Judging from what she said she's likely part Brazilian just like him.

She wanted to dance, but he was already in the middle of something and he would like very scum-y to Kristin if he stopped and danced with this stranger. Best sticking what you know before you try something new Though to himself again, then he smirked. Saying to Carolina, "Heh, you see I'm in the middle of something. You should go back to that dirty boy you were with." Referring to Baker, who he spotted by the bar during his dance but didn't identify him, as Baker.

Hopefully she'll take no as an answer.

Carolina realized that she had been rude. She hadn't even been paying attention enough to realize that the boy already had a partner.

"oh dear, I am so sorry." she said "I didn't know you already had an amante (lover). Here, take these". She drew two tickets out of her purse. "these are front row passes to any concerts here. If it meets your fancy, Shakira's performing tonight. Speaking of which..." Carolina looked over and realized that the concert was about to start. "I've gotta go, sorry. See you later." she winked and waved bye-bye. A minute later she was in her seat for the concert.