Stone age love and strange sounds, too

[hexyoutotuesday]

Who: EVERYONE. NEW PEOPLE, OLD PEOPLE, THIS IS THE PERFECT TIME FOR EVERYONE TO MEET. RANDOM CR EVERYWHERE.
When: Friday night! The show starts at 7:30, but the doors have been open since noon. The party ends at 6am, after morning sirens. Tag yourself in whenever!
Where: Purgatory! Gabriel and Jinx's cabaret night club in Sector 5.
Summary: IT'S A

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[hexyoutotuesday]

How could she take such a tiny, angry thing seriously? Huh, maybe this was how people used to perceive Jinx. Funny, that. She watched her throw a fit and possessively grab Soul with a smirk on her violet tinted lips. Stifling a laugh, she let the boy go completely. Oh, this was his problem, not her own. It was cute. Really, really cute.

"I don't have customers. My boyfriend and I own this place and I'm a performer tonight." Oh, Jinx definitely know what Maka was insinuating. If she were a few years older, all of this would have definitely started a fight. However, the little girl posed no thread and there was some part of her that enjoyed seeing the normally apathetic Soul suffer. "So long as Soul's working, I don't mind the jailbait running around here." Which was her way of telling Maka that she was welcome.

Unable to contain a snicker, she grabbed Soul by the collar. Not nearly as roughly as Maka had, but enough to pull him close. She leaned in quickly and whispered in his ear, "She is so into you." As she said it, her hand holding the drink ran a finger down his chest. Then, she pulled away.

"Have fun, you two."

[brbwitchkilling]

Funnily enough, Maka hadn't been insinuating that, though the fact that the other girl had automatically come to that conclusion amused her. After all, if the idea was on her mind, it only proved her point. "If you own the place, then they're still your customers. Or your patrons. Whatever the heck you want to call them."

"Besides, if you have a boyfriend, go hang on his shoulder. He'll appreciate it more, I'm sure." Instead of draping across her partner.

Maka glared daggers at Jinx, barely holding in yet another retort. This girl didn't know her, and it pissed her off to hear her make such accusations, especially with her standing here. Ugh, she hoped Soul wouldn't be awkward about it.

Besides, it was still up in the air over whether or not it was true.

"Good riddance," she muttered under her breath as Jinx finally walked off. With the two of them alone, or as alone as two people could be in a crowded club, Maka turned her angry glaring eyes toward Soul. "What the hell was that all about?"

[brbomnomsouls]

Soul gave a small sigh as Jinx left, rubbing at his head. That had been a confrontation he hadn't seen coming, but with the way Jinx was and Maka's dislike of women like her, he should've guessed it would happen. He didn't bother responding to Jinx's accusation - heck there was no way nobody else wouldn't be pulling that tonight - before he turned his attention to Maka as he settles his hands into his pockets.

"That's just the way Jinx is." He shrugs lightly, completely not fussed at all. He'd had four months to get used to it after all. "She hangs over everyone, it's not just me that gets that treatment."

[brbwitchkilling]

"That's not helping my impression of her," she muttered in annoyance. That just meant she was obnoxious all the time. To everyone. "Seriously, though, I don't get why you'd put up with it. That would be so irritating."

Maka turned her head to glance after her retreating figure, her nose scrunching up distastefully. "Does she always dress like that? Or is it a costume?"

[brbomnomsouls]

"S'a costume, Maka. Back in the Seventies it was practically traditional for girl groups to dress like that." Soul shrugs just a tiny bit, though he knew he should've expected Maka not to know that. The girl was tone deaf let alone didn't know anything about music or fashion. "The Seventies can be summed up into mini skirts and bell bottoms."

Snagging a couple of drinks from a passing waitress, Soul handed her one before settling the hand back in his pocket. "Don't worry, s'not alcoholic."

[brbwitchkilling]

"That doesn't make walking around in her underwear acceptable." She was just begging for attention, that much was certain. No one wore something like that if they weren't trying to give a bunch of guys nosebleeds.

Maka took the drink, putting it close to her nose to sniff for booze anyway before taking a sip. She trusted Soul, but as for the rest of the people in this place? Not so much. It didn't taste alcoholic, though, so that was good.