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erιĸ 'ĸιllмonger' ѕтevenѕ (n'jadaĸa) ([personal profile] clawings) wrote in [personal profile] levitating 2018-03-02 03:31 am (UTC)

Erik pushes off the wall a nod, walking behind her across the street and glaring daggers at any car that dares come too fast towards them. The guy at the door and Erik share a mock salute before they're both let in - no carding, no questions.

The club is actually underground, with two rooms and two DJs spinning, people dancing, and a bar. Wanda isn't the palest person in the building but she's in the top five. "How much of this made it over to Sokovia?" Erik asks over the music.

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