Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

MidNight Club

It was a dark night in the underground of Vale, a pulsating club where Junior held court. Amidst the thumping music and the dancing crowd, one boy approached with questions. His words were drowned out by the energetic atmosphere of the brightly lit bar. Kevin maneuvered his way through the front parking lots, arriving at the imposing doors of the establishment on his motorcycle. The engine hummed loudly, causing Kevin to feel a slight levitation as he balanced himself on the bike, stretching his legs. Gradually, the deafening roar of the motorcycle subsided, becoming barely audible, vibrating through Kevin's entire being.

With a quick and precise twist of his wrist, Kevin turned off the ignition, the sound fading away. The keys on his keychain dangled alongside his own motorcycle key, their metallic jingle blending with the surrounding noise. A kiss mark adorned the side of his vehicle, a symbol of past adventures. Kevin smoothly dismounted from the left side of the bike, maintaining his balance, then shifted his weight entirely to the right, showcasing his flexibility and grace. Finally, he stood upright, feeling liberated with the absence of the helmet that confined his head. His long brown hair swayed in the breeze, slightly dampened by the rain that had fallen earlier. Kevin's determined, chestnut eyes shone in the darkness, a glimmer of confidence visible.

With a proud flick of his head, Kevin acknowledged his own appearance. He carefully placed his helmet on the front head of his motorcycle, the clinking sound resonating in the air. He retained his black and red gloves, symbolizing his readiness for the challenges ahead. He knew that things were about to get ugly, and he was prepared to confront whatever obstacles lay in his path.

Kevin hummed with pride and a chuckle as he approached the double doors, the sound blending with the ringing bell and the chimes of customers inside. The doors flapped open and closed, creating a mini gust of cold air that kissed his skin before finally ceasing. As the doors closed, Kevin caught a breath of warm, fresh air infused with the tangy aroma of the drinks he longed for, causing him to lick his lips in anticipation. "Nice guy like me deserves a nice drink," Kevin muttered, nodding his head steadily as he made his way into the club.

Through the waffle-like windows, Kevin admired the shiny exterior of the club, its orange-yellow glow casting a welcoming ambiance. The muffled music grew louder as he approached, and he noticed the display of awards adorning the bar, evidence of its new owners' success. The menus of drinks held a significant place in the club's celebration, but Kevin was uninterested in reading or knowing the details. He moved along, captivated by the lively atmosphere in front of him.

Inside, the club pulsed with music, the beats prompting people to dance and spin, showcasing their fancy moves and filling the air with laughter and joy. Kevin smirked and scoffed, taking in the scene before him. He noticed attractive girls, although they weren't his focus of interest. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny their charm if they were to catch his attention.

A smooth-faced old man with white and gray hair played a musical instrument, his notes floating through the air, blending seamlessly with the bar's energetic ambiance. Standing five feet tall, he added depth and spice to the music, making it come alive and ensuring everyone had an unforgettable experience.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, Kevin caught snippets of beer-scented conversations, quiet gossip, and gruff laughter. He observed a few individuals with bulky muscles, tattoos, and a rugged appearance, resembling bodyguards or associates. They conversed with girls who were clearly not of Kevin's age, but he paid them no mind. Under his breath, he muttered in disbelief at Junior, the bar owner and businessman, and his apparent entourage of bodyguards.

Kevin found a seat at the bar, not wanting to arouse suspicion. He discreetly held a scroll within his right hand, hiding it under the orange-brown stool. As he settled in, he fixed his gaze on Junior and the bartender, eavesdropping on their lively conversation. The bar dazzled with neon LED lights, showcasing an array of alcoholic drinks, ranging from expensive to cheap. The scent of alcohol wafted through the air, mingling with the soothing aroma of Kevin's root beer and Bed Light. The bartender skillfully multitasked, pouring drinks with precision and sliding out of the way to accommodate other staff members. The sound of liquid pouring and the clinking of glasses filled the air as the bartenders moved gracefully, ensuring each order was fulfilled.