The Ironwood Rave: Mic Check One-Two

Varan was attempting to have a good time, and by that, she was trying hard not to catch any communicable diseases. The building smelled like weed, and she’d decided second hand high was an actual thing. A small group of ravers handed her a balloon. “First time?” One of them cooed. “Come on! I’ll be your rave auntie!” The girl took Varan’s hand, fastening it into a heart and slid a yellow and black bit of candy onto her arm. And with that, Varan was - as she’d later say - assimilated into the crowd.

Mal checked his glasses outside of Ironwood, making sure the feed was good and the com was on. “Check two, check two,” he said quietly to Dogo, who they’d stationed just outside the gates.

“Yes. Mal. I hear you.” Dogo grumbled, there was no winning in htis situation. Outside was better then inside but he wasn’t going to admit that. Also he partially felt like he might miss out on some juicy action if something were to go down tonight.

“Eyes open,” he said, stating the obvious. Dogo really had two speeds, on alert and sleeping. For his part, Mal was looking for the bracelet Dogo noticed at the last rave, as well as anyone else who could be dealing. “Redjacket’s here, we’ll wait for a lul and then ask him a few questions.”

“Big bad Mal going to interrogate the mean ol drug dealer? Ya need back up?” Cain asked uncously bouncing to the beat. “I think of the three I am easily the least intimidating …”

“Thats for fuck sure.” Dogo snorted over comms.

“Yeah, no offense, but if I need back up, you’d be the fourth person on my list to call,” Mal told him. “I’ll whistle if I need you. “ He whistled for emphasis, but it was more of a wolf whistle, and a blonde wearing baby doll pajamas carrying an oversized pacifier gave him a wink.

“Maaaaaal!” Cain complained. “Hoggin all the action … and I don’t mean hot bunnies!” He sighed and went into the crowd. One eye on Mal the other on a pretty bunny.

“No one likes a whiner,” Mal reminded him, as someone offered him Kandi.

Cain gave a dismissive wave to Mal.

“I believe he just told you to fuck right off.” Dogo chortled.

“I’ll recover,” Mal said smiling at a dark-haired girl.