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Fandom Library, Wednesday, September 11th

The library was up to nothing??? weird today??? Arden kept expecting something, but apparently it just...wasn't? No gremlins, no creepy whispers, no books doing anything other than...sitting there, unmoving, the way books were supposed to.

She didn't trust this even a little bit, but it didn't matter how often she tried to surprise check up anything, it just stayed...normal.

This was weird and she didn't like it. She had her eye on you, library.

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Arden had actually sharper than human hearing - sound waves through the air -though she'd been trained to try and ignore things she wasn't supposed to hear. But, uh, nope. No chance she could pretend not to have heard that.

"A sexclub?" she yelped, apparently now making sure the whole school could hear him, too.

"Mostly in the back rooms?" Gray tried to appease her, which probably would have been more effective without the word 'mostly' or the upward inflection of a question at the end there.

Gray. Gray, you were killing her. Especially because now she had to ask a question she very much didn't want to ask.

"...Okay, so like. I know what a sex club is? Sorta? But I don't know how they...you know. Work. So what do--what will--? How do you know...?"

HELP HER OUT HERE GRAY.

"It's also just, like, a regular night club. It's both. At the same time. It's just...it's our one place, y'know, so it has to serve multiple purposes. But it basically is the same as if somebody asks you to dance. If they ask you if you want to do something you don't want to do, you say no, and if they don't accept that then you punch them in the nuts." Pause. "Uh. Probably you shouldn't punch someone in the nuts for asking you to dance." Unless they were a total dick.

"Oh!" Arden said. "So they're just there so people have...somewhere safe to go if the wanna, uh. Do stuff."

Very maturely said, Arden.

And then, because she'd been raised by Callista, she couldn't help but add, "And probably to make deals and do business they don't want anyone to know about, because discretion is expected and maybe even a little guaranteed. If you really wanted to be careful, you go back with one person, someone else goes back with another, the two of you meet up, then return with your prospective partners later."

Still very shocked, but there were some parts she couldn't help but put together.

"Uh," Gray said, trying to remember if he'd known Arden was this calculating, and coming down on the side of not really caring. She was still his friend, after all. "Sure. But I don't think anything happens at Krave that Konnar doesn't know about one way or another. I just...didn't want you to be surprised." Now that he had finally remembered it might be an issue. Humans were so puritanical.

You didn't spend a decade with Callista and not pick up some of the ways she thought, and she was the most calculating and conniving person Arden had ever met.

...Which normally wouldn't mean much but her acquaintance included Duke and Grimm, too.

"I guess it would have depended on if I'd ever even found out about the, uh, back rooms," Arden said. Considering she wasn't sure how many people she'd even end up talking to, she was pretty doubtful that she even would have. "But I'm glad to know!" Especially finding out here and now and not walking into the club or something, when there would be other people and...

Ooof.

"Okay, so um, sex happens in the back rooms. What about other things? Like, do vampires feed back there, or is it no big deal if they snack on the floor? Drugs?" Had she already asked about drugs? She didn't remember. Look, she was doing her best here. "It sounds like everybody's pretty much gonna be cool about stuff, and just like, back off if the answer is no, I just wanna know what to expect so I don't gasp and clutch my pearls over shit that's just another night at Krave."

Acting like you didn't belong was the fastest way to get targeted. And Arden didn't believe that everyone that visited the ~~sex~~ nightclub was firmly on the good person side of the scale.

She had forgotten about the 'mostly' and Gray was just going to let her stay in that zone for now. "Vampires totally feed on the floor," Gray told her. "But anyone they bite they've got consent from. Konnar super doesn't play about that. Drugs...yeah, there's some of that, but also, when you've got so many different races in one place you've got to be really careful just in general. What's gonna give one person a mild buzz might knock the person next to them on their ass, or even be poison. So you need to be clear with the bartenders that you're human. Anything that's okay for humans should be fine." He thought for a second and realized he actually didn't know if that was true. "And if there's anything else you shouldn't drink just tell them you're allergic."

From the expression on her face, Arden was also realizing that she had no idea what her biology meant. She didn't intend to do drugs or anything, but not knowing what was and wasn't safe for her to do anyway was frustrating. She knew so little about herself!

"So long as they're not serving anything out of bronze cups, or anything with chicken in it or whatever, I should be okay," she said.

"The cups are plastic so no one can break them, and there's no food," Gray assured her. "...and it's not like Caritas where Summer might put chicken in the drinks one of these weeks.

He'd spoken it into existence, hadn't he? Chicken and malort, coming to a bar near you.

"I think you should be fine. And if you're not having fun we can go home and watch movies instead."

Gray, why would you do that? The island didn't need Tino introducing a Malort take on chicken pot pie.

"I'm gonna be fine," Arden said firmly. "I'm gonna be fine and have fun and watch you hit on guys and laugh and you can watch me flirt and also laugh. We're gonna have a great time."

Sometimes he just said things! They just came out of his mouth! Like questions about someone being a eunuch, or pickup lines that involved squirrels.

"That's the spirit!" Gray cheered her on. "And you'll get to be around a bunch of nonhumans!" Even if she was still pretending to be human. Baby steps, he figured.

Fortunately, nothing could possibly happen to ruin that pretense, either there or right here on the island!

"Apparently the first step in becoming less afraid of supernatural folks--" or, at least, as being clocked as one "--is to go out dancing--" at a sex club "--with them," Arden said. "Makes sense to me."

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