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FIC: A Club with No Name, 1/?, PG
Title: The Club with No Name 1/?
Author: Alstaria
Rating: PG, possibly PG-13 for language
Pairing: TBR in further chapters
Summary: The four hobbits decide to hit the town and find a very interesting party spot
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This is complete fabrication, except for the locale..though being LA, that might also be a fabrication ;)
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Feedback: Would be ever so much appreciated
a/n: This is my first serious attempt at a multi-part story. It was inspired by my late night bus travels through the San Fernando Valley(not something I particularly recommend). Many thanks(and chocolate covered elves) torennwench for the beta on this.
As the elderly Mercedes made its way down the broad road, Dom was getting more and more apprehensive. The yellow-tinged street lamps were sullenly shedding light on a vast industrial landscape that reminded him more of Manchester then his newly-adopted home of Los Angeles.
“Elwood, you certain the club is down here? There doesn’t seem to be anything around but body shops and swap meets,” said Dom, scanning the road for likely nightclubs.
“An’ don’ forget the liquor establishments. Looks like someone lifted a bit o’ Glasgow and dumped it on top of LA,” noted Billy.
“Welcome to the Valley,” grumbled Sean from the back seat. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Mr. Family Man to join the other three hobbits this evening but finally Christine had pushed him out of the door with a “You know you want to” and a kiss on the cheek. It was beginning to look like this had been a Very Bad Idea.
“Yeah, ain’t it grand? Yes, Dom, I’m sure the club is out here. Hannah and Abby wouldn’t have given me the wrong address. Besides I thought you Brits were the ones who started the whole ‘clubs in warehouses’ thing?” replied Elijah, flicking ashes from his chocolate-brown cigarette out the window and watching them float down Lankershim Blvd. “Wait! There! I think.”
“There” was between a tool & die shop and one of Billy’s “liquor establishments”. Dom flipped on the indicator and pulled in to the mostly-empty parking lot. Sitting in the middle of the parking lot was a large building with chasing lights outlining it, like a garish Christmas display. The building had a brightly-lit marquee as Dom had seen on clubs in West Hollywood, Santa Monica and any other number of places Elijah had drug him to in LA. What was different about this marquee is that there was no name on it; no club name, no DJ name, in fact, it was totally blank.
“What’s up with the lack of signage, Lijah? Hey, is this some sort of strip club?” asked Sean, his voice going up an octave on “strip club”
Beside him, Billy snickered.
“No, Seanwise. It’s not a strip club. Hannah said it was some sort of themed club but she was really vague on the details. Just said it had to be seen to be believed,” said Elijah as the four of them began emerging from the sedan.
The evening air hung heavily around them as they walked towards the club. Billy began to shrug like he was trying to scratch a particularly hard to reach spot.
“Bills, what’s up with that little dance you got going there? Trying to limber up for the dance floor, old man?” asked Dom with a cheeky grin
“No, Dommie, don’ ye feel it? There’s something weird in the air, like before an electrical storm.”
“Actually, now that you mention it…”
“It’s probably just those high power lines over there, guys. Nothing to get all freaky about.”
Sean motioned to the double line of faintly humming metal behemoths that ran behind the club.
“Yeah. Electrical lines. That’s all,” mumbled Dom, mostly to himself. He took note of the unconvinced grimace on the Scotsman’s face.
“That’s odd; I don’t hear any bass coming from the club. Where’s the ‘earth-shattering kaboom’?” wondered Elijah. “Somewhere else, if my ears are lucky,” Sean said with a hint of a prayer.
They reached the door with Elijah in the lead. The club was just as unimpressive up close as it had been from the street. No velvet ropes, no lines, no bouncers; just a simple matte black door with a handle that Elijah tugged on to no avail.
“Here, Doodle, let me try,” said Dom “All that working out for the ‘Yank’ didn’t exactly help, did it?”
“Stuff it, Dominic.” Growled Elijah as the door swung open in front of them.
“Oooo!!He called you Dominic. Not a good sign,” giggled Sean, which caused Billy and Dom to giggle as well. Elijah pouted for a few more seconds and then joined the laughter as well.
“Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to my club,” boomed a deep voice from just beyond where the outdoor illumination faltered. There appeared to be no light coming from inside the club at all. “I hope it wasn’t too hard to find”
The four friends glanced at each other in silent communication. Was this a club or a haunted house? Didn’t see too many of the latter in June.
Just then, the owner of the deep voice emerged from the inky interior. He was slight yet tall, easily 6’7”, making him a foot taller than any of them. He was wearing a finely-tailored black suit, with a black tie and shiny black shoes. He’d look like an undertaker more than a club owner if it weren’t for the electrical blue hair, several piercings in his left ear and the tray of drinks he was balancing on his right forearm.
The hobbits took a step back, not knowing quite whether they wanted to see what was past the dark doorway.
“I’m Xavier. Please excuse the lack of light, a fuse blew. Vincent, my second in command, should have it fixed in a jiffy. Care for a drink while I explain the club rules to you?”
Each of the four of them took the offered drink because, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Dom and Elijah exchanged a glance when he named himself Xavier.
“You wouldn’t happen to be able to read our minds, Professor, would you?” asked Elijah, gleaming with fanboy glee.
Xavier favored him with a Cheshire grin. “Sadly, no. It would be ever so helpful in my line of work if I could. Giving the people what they want is what we strive for here at the club.”
Sean sipped the effervescent drink he had just been handed by the tall, dark stranger. The liquid was akin to champagne but had a sweeter taste to it that he could not readily name. Billy and Dom seemed to both find it a bit distasteful as they wrinkled their noses in similar manners after the first sip. Elijah, however, seemed to quite enjoy it. “What do you call your club, Mr. Xavier? I didn’t see any name on the marquee.”
Xavier turned his cat-like grin towards Sean. “Just Xavier, if you please. We do not have a name for the club and this is quite on purpose. We are a very unique entertainment venue and I felt that putting a name on the club might give patrons a preconceived notion of what this club is. That’s the last thing we want.” Noticing Sean’s slight scowl on ‘unique entertainment venue’, Xavier continued, “Oh, it’s not like that Mr. Astin. No bondage, leather or half-naked girls. Unless that is requested…we do try to be accommodating to every guest’s needs.”
Behind him, Sean could hear Elijah, Dom and Billy giggling and whispering about bondage, half-naked girls and chocolate.
It was at this point that Vincent the handy-man fixed the blown fuse and the blue-purple glow of black lights lit up the entry vestibule.
“Excellent, Vincent has fixed our little problem. Now, I want you four to enjoy yourselves in there.” Xavier took the champagne flutes from the four men and placed them on his tray on the counter that he had apparently been leaning on for some time. “You may be famous actors outside these doors with agents and book deals and signing gigs; but inside my club you can be whoever you have always wanted to be. Don’t let your inhibitions get in the way of having a good time.”
The tall man strode towards the doors that led to the club proper and pushed them open. It was too dark to see what lay beyond the doors besides a great quantity of club fog and intermittent flashing light. Elijah and Dom linked arms with each other and then with Billy and Sean on either side. Whooping like teenagers, they entered the club four abreast.
“Remember, gentlemen, no inhibitions. Enjoy yourselves!” called Xavier to the already-obscured images of the hobbits, his feral grin gleaming in the bruise-tinted light.
Author: Alstaria
Rating: PG, possibly PG-13 for language
Pairing: TBR in further chapters
Summary: The four hobbits decide to hit the town and find a very interesting party spot
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This is complete fabrication, except for the locale..though being LA, that might also be a fabrication ;)
Archived: My fic journal
franke_took and fellow_shippers for now. All others please ask.Feedback: Would be ever so much appreciated
a/n: This is my first serious attempt at a multi-part story. It was inspired by my late night bus travels through the San Fernando Valley(not something I particularly recommend). Many thanks(and chocolate covered elves) to
rennwench for the beta on this.As the elderly Mercedes made its way down the broad road, Dom was getting more and more apprehensive. The yellow-tinged street lamps were sullenly shedding light on a vast industrial landscape that reminded him more of Manchester then his newly-adopted home of Los Angeles.
“Elwood, you certain the club is down here? There doesn’t seem to be anything around but body shops and swap meets,” said Dom, scanning the road for likely nightclubs.
“An’ don’ forget the liquor establishments. Looks like someone lifted a bit o’ Glasgow and dumped it on top of LA,” noted Billy.
“Welcome to the Valley,” grumbled Sean from the back seat. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Mr. Family Man to join the other three hobbits this evening but finally Christine had pushed him out of the door with a “You know you want to” and a kiss on the cheek. It was beginning to look like this had been a Very Bad Idea.
“Yeah, ain’t it grand? Yes, Dom, I’m sure the club is out here. Hannah and Abby wouldn’t have given me the wrong address. Besides I thought you Brits were the ones who started the whole ‘clubs in warehouses’ thing?” replied Elijah, flicking ashes from his chocolate-brown cigarette out the window and watching them float down Lankershim Blvd. “Wait! There! I think.”
“There” was between a tool & die shop and one of Billy’s “liquor establishments”. Dom flipped on the indicator and pulled in to the mostly-empty parking lot. Sitting in the middle of the parking lot was a large building with chasing lights outlining it, like a garish Christmas display. The building had a brightly-lit marquee as Dom had seen on clubs in West Hollywood, Santa Monica and any other number of places Elijah had drug him to in LA. What was different about this marquee is that there was no name on it; no club name, no DJ name, in fact, it was totally blank.
“What’s up with the lack of signage, Lijah? Hey, is this some sort of strip club?” asked Sean, his voice going up an octave on “strip club”
Beside him, Billy snickered.
“No, Seanwise. It’s not a strip club. Hannah said it was some sort of themed club but she was really vague on the details. Just said it had to be seen to be believed,” said Elijah as the four of them began emerging from the sedan.
The evening air hung heavily around them as they walked towards the club. Billy began to shrug like he was trying to scratch a particularly hard to reach spot.
“Bills, what’s up with that little dance you got going there? Trying to limber up for the dance floor, old man?” asked Dom with a cheeky grin
“No, Dommie, don’ ye feel it? There’s something weird in the air, like before an electrical storm.”
“Actually, now that you mention it…”
“It’s probably just those high power lines over there, guys. Nothing to get all freaky about.”
Sean motioned to the double line of faintly humming metal behemoths that ran behind the club.
“Yeah. Electrical lines. That’s all,” mumbled Dom, mostly to himself. He took note of the unconvinced grimace on the Scotsman’s face.
“That’s odd; I don’t hear any bass coming from the club. Where’s the ‘earth-shattering kaboom’?” wondered Elijah. “Somewhere else, if my ears are lucky,” Sean said with a hint of a prayer.
They reached the door with Elijah in the lead. The club was just as unimpressive up close as it had been from the street. No velvet ropes, no lines, no bouncers; just a simple matte black door with a handle that Elijah tugged on to no avail.
“Here, Doodle, let me try,” said Dom “All that working out for the ‘Yank’ didn’t exactly help, did it?”
“Stuff it, Dominic.” Growled Elijah as the door swung open in front of them.
“Oooo!!He called you Dominic. Not a good sign,” giggled Sean, which caused Billy and Dom to giggle as well. Elijah pouted for a few more seconds and then joined the laughter as well.
“Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to my club,” boomed a deep voice from just beyond where the outdoor illumination faltered. There appeared to be no light coming from inside the club at all. “I hope it wasn’t too hard to find”
The four friends glanced at each other in silent communication. Was this a club or a haunted house? Didn’t see too many of the latter in June.
Just then, the owner of the deep voice emerged from the inky interior. He was slight yet tall, easily 6’7”, making him a foot taller than any of them. He was wearing a finely-tailored black suit, with a black tie and shiny black shoes. He’d look like an undertaker more than a club owner if it weren’t for the electrical blue hair, several piercings in his left ear and the tray of drinks he was balancing on his right forearm.
The hobbits took a step back, not knowing quite whether they wanted to see what was past the dark doorway.
“I’m Xavier. Please excuse the lack of light, a fuse blew. Vincent, my second in command, should have it fixed in a jiffy. Care for a drink while I explain the club rules to you?”
Each of the four of them took the offered drink because, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Dom and Elijah exchanged a glance when he named himself Xavier.
“You wouldn’t happen to be able to read our minds, Professor, would you?” asked Elijah, gleaming with fanboy glee.
Xavier favored him with a Cheshire grin. “Sadly, no. It would be ever so helpful in my line of work if I could. Giving the people what they want is what we strive for here at the club.”
Sean sipped the effervescent drink he had just been handed by the tall, dark stranger. The liquid was akin to champagne but had a sweeter taste to it that he could not readily name. Billy and Dom seemed to both find it a bit distasteful as they wrinkled their noses in similar manners after the first sip. Elijah, however, seemed to quite enjoy it. “What do you call your club, Mr. Xavier? I didn’t see any name on the marquee.”
Xavier turned his cat-like grin towards Sean. “Just Xavier, if you please. We do not have a name for the club and this is quite on purpose. We are a very unique entertainment venue and I felt that putting a name on the club might give patrons a preconceived notion of what this club is. That’s the last thing we want.” Noticing Sean’s slight scowl on ‘unique entertainment venue’, Xavier continued, “Oh, it’s not like that Mr. Astin. No bondage, leather or half-naked girls. Unless that is requested…we do try to be accommodating to every guest’s needs.”
Behind him, Sean could hear Elijah, Dom and Billy giggling and whispering about bondage, half-naked girls and chocolate.
It was at this point that Vincent the handy-man fixed the blown fuse and the blue-purple glow of black lights lit up the entry vestibule.
“Excellent, Vincent has fixed our little problem. Now, I want you four to enjoy yourselves in there.” Xavier took the champagne flutes from the four men and placed them on his tray on the counter that he had apparently been leaning on for some time. “You may be famous actors outside these doors with agents and book deals and signing gigs; but inside my club you can be whoever you have always wanted to be. Don’t let your inhibitions get in the way of having a good time.”
The tall man strode towards the doors that led to the club proper and pushed them open. It was too dark to see what lay beyond the doors besides a great quantity of club fog and intermittent flashing light. Elijah and Dom linked arms with each other and then with Billy and Sean on either side. Whooping like teenagers, they entered the club four abreast.
“Remember, gentlemen, no inhibitions. Enjoy yourselves!” called Xavier to the already-obscured images of the hobbits, his feral grin gleaming in the bruise-tinted light.
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