In the heart of downtown, the Eras drove down the bustling strip comprised of various bars and nightclubs lining both sides of the street. Dangerous lifted his shades up to gaze at the colorful blinding lights.
"The Golden Pyramid is the place right?" Bad asked.
"Yeah, that's what Thriller told me." Dangerous placed his shades back down.
"How are you holding up over there?" Bad glanced over.
Dangerous fiddled with the tape on his fingers. "I'm fine, I just want to get this over with at this point."
"Well, the time is now, I think I just found the place." Bad turned his attention to the upcoming black and gold pyramid building alongside the street. He drove up into the parking lot and bypassed the valet, parking on the side of the club.
Bad turned off the engine and unfastened his seat belt, as Dangerous did the same. He looked at Dangerous, who was adjusting his black shades in the mirror.
Dangerous closed the mirror and glanced back at Bad. "I'm ready."
"Let's do this." Bad got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side, waiting for Dangerous.
Dangerous exited the car and joined Bad at his side. The two then made their way toward the entrance of the club.
The Golden Pyramid was true to its name, as the entire club had a prominent Egyptian theme. The club staff was dressed like ancient Egyptians, and the walls were decorated with hieroglyphic designs, along with shimmering golden accents. The club was lively as it was packed from all corners.
Bad and Dangerous mingled in with the patrons; they were recognized and greeted warmly. While Bad returned greetings, Dangerous was mostly silent, nodding and waving to some of the patrons. He could see out of the corner of his eye some of the patrons whispering and giving less than favorable looks. He returned his gaze back to the friendlier patrons when Bad pulled him closer.
In the middle of the club sat two large golden thrones on top of a five-step platform. On those thrones were none other than Remember The Time and his Egyptian queen, Iman. Dressed in his usual gold getup, Remember The Time watched over the club on his throne, enjoying the music until he felt a warm hand on his arm.
"Yes, baby?"
"You didn't tell me your brothers were coming."
"My brothers?"
Iman nodded her head towards the crowd. Remember The Time followed her gaze until he saw a small commotion on the dance floor. Within the circle, he spotted Bad and Dangerous talking to several of the patrons and taking pictures with them.
"You should go and welcome them," Iman suggested.
"You just read my mind, honey." As Remember The Time stood up from the throne, he turned and kissed Iman's hand before walking down into the crowd towards his surprise guests. "I'll give them a warm welcome alright."
The small crowd opened up as Remember The Time approached. He encouraged the patrons to enjoy themselves as he approached Bad and Dangerous. The small group of patrons dispersed from the three Eras back into the main crowd.
Before Bad could initiate a hug, he was beaten to the punch by Remember The Time, who swiftly pulled him in. "Bad! Long time no see, it's been years."
Remember The Time released Bad and glanced towards Dangerous, looking him up and down with a fading smile. "I guess the same could be said for you, Dangerous."
Dangerous crossed his arms and sighed, expecting nothing less from him. His memories from years ago made a comeback.
Bad and Dangerous shared a look. "I see your attitude still hasn't changed." Bad rolled his eyes.
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