Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Twenty-Two: Bets & Broken Bones

Dark started to make his way to the neon club, while Natemare uttered out to Anti uneasily. "Oops. This can only end badly." Anti giggled, teasing out. "One hundred souls on Dark to win." Natemare groaned out in response. "Aww, come on. That's not even fair. In what world can Verine beat Dark?" Ignoring them, Dark shoved the jet black door open and walked down the long hallway of blue and pink neon lights that lined the straightway. Dark past red lights in the shape of naked men and women on the walls. The heat of his anger radiating off of him. Entering into the large room, he glanced at the blue neon bar with neon green cages where naked dancers were entertaining those sitting at the bar. The purple booths were loaded and each one had a dancer or two that was entertaining the table in some way. Dark focused on each dancing human to make sure none of them were Sean. Neon lights flashed around the dance floor and the tiles on the black floor pulsed to the heavy beat that vibrated the black walls. Everywhere demons were grinding on each other or drooling over the dancers. It was a cesspool of lust, drugs, and alcohol. When a small demon moved too close to Dark, it yelped and dashed away to hide when it realized who he was.

Natemare rushed up beside him, yelling over the pulsing bass. "Dark! Let's go!" Dark raised an eyebrow, scowling at him. Why did he think he was going to listen? Natemare looked nervous, trying to pull Dark's arm back toward the door. Dark tugged his arm back, his attention going to Anti who suddenly blurted out heated. "That son of a bitch!" Natemare's shoulders fell, uttering out hopelessly. "Too late... Shit." Natemare gestured to the far stage with a shrug, grumbling out. "I need a drink... before you blow this place up..." Dark followed his hand to the stage, his jaw clenching tight as his irises ignited in blue and red flames. On the far pink neon stage, he saw what looked like Sean dancing around the white neon pole. Sean was wearing ripped up black jeans and a neon green bdsm harness over his bare exposed chest. The brim of his grey Irish cap was pulled down so far that Dark couldn't see his eyes. Slowly approaching the stage, Dark's anger flared. The longer he watched Sean dance around the pole, the more he was positive that this wasn't Sean. Sean wasn't that shameless and bold. Demons stopped dancing and quickly rushed to the sides of the dance floor as Dark reached the stage. His eyes locked only on the impersonator.

The impersonator didn't even notice him and kept up his routine. The impersonator was pretty good at impersonating Sean's hand gestures and personality. He moved Sean's slender body in enticing ways that complimented him, but the real Sean would have been mortified to move his body for a crowd like this. The impersonator fanned his long legs before the pole, then immediately twisted into a low one hands dip as he extended a leg up along the pole. It was then that the impersonator tilted his head back to peer lustfully out from under the brim of his hat and found himself looking directly at Dark's fiery gaze. The impersonator's bright blue eyes widened before Sean's voice broke out in uneasy surprise. "Darkiplier? I can explain...?" The impersonator lost his grip on the pole, falling hard to the stage. While Anti furiously snapped out from farther behind Dark. "VERINE?! You son of a bitch! What do you think you're doing with my image! I'll fry your ass!" Dark raised a hand without looking back, telling Anti seriously. "Anti, let me handle this." Anti's body sparked, sending electricity out to flare up the dark walls as his voice glitched out in anger. "THIS IS... I CAN'T EVEN... I DON'T DANCE LIKE THAT! ARSEHOLE!"

Natemare ducked and dodged sparks that darted off Anti, before offering him a bright green shot and telling him with calm sympathy. "Easy. Anti, you'll glitch yourself into an E.M.P. again. Here. Drink this. Remember what we talked about? Plot vengeance. Don't explode... It's less satisfying." Anti took the shot, tossing it back quickly and shoving it back to Natemare. Natemare turned back to the bar, calling out calmly. "Refill? Quickly now. He won't hesitate to blow us up now." Verine sat up, putting his back to the stripper pole as he shakily told Dark. "I understand you're upset but hear me out. I have a very good excuse for this." Dark lunged his hand out for Verine's leg. Verine yelped, parting Sean's legs quickly to avoid Dark breaking his leg with how hard his hand hit the black stone floor. Verine inhaled sharply at the sight of the creaked stone floor between his legs, before grabbing the pole and swinging himself up onto his feet flawlessly. Hiding around the pole, Verine stammered out in Sean's voice. "You'd hit me looking like this? You twisted fuck!" Dark removed his gun, snapping out loudly. "You are NOT HIM! NOW WHERE IS HE, VERINE!" Verine used the pole to backflip as Dark fired the first shot at him, landing into a perfect crouch.