Saiko whistles as Urie enters the pounding nightclub. She’s dressed in an outfit defined more by what’s not there than what is.
“I hate these places,” he grumbles, adjusting his purple gown.
“You look hot,” Shirazu says. He’s clad in a glittery body-con dress, plus a fake chest. He kinda likes it.
Mutsuki mumbles agreement. His face is red, just like the vampirish punk outfit he wears.
Sasaki shakes his head at them. He looks like a child in his lacy getup.
“Next time, we should play strippers,” Saiko says, lounging against the bar.
“I will kill you first,” Urie hisses.
“We should dance to blend in,” Sasaki decides. “Mutsuki, you and Urie get on the floor. Saiko, stay at the bar. Shirazu, with me. We’ll have girly conversations in the restroom.”
“Mutsuki,” Urie whispers as they head – tentatively – onto the dance floor. “My boobs are slipping.”
“I’ll prop them up.” Mutsuki pushes against Urie’s chest.
“Can you not be all over each other?” sniffs a woman.
Mutsuki gasps. He looks like he wants to die.
Urie rolls his eyes. “Come on. Like Shirazu said, at least you got to second base with someone hot.”
Mercy and Magic 