December 26, 2023
6:04 PM
Manhattan, New York City, New York
Xavier and Clover sat in a car outside in the parking lot of a one floor building with a bunch of neon and bright signs. It was the club; Enigma Nights. As they sat in the car, Dorian was on the roof of a building on the opposite side. As the two sat in the car, they saw 3 Cadillacs pull up into the parking lot, all of them slowly driving over the speed bumps. It was Rich.
"They're here, Dorian." Xavier spoke over his earpiece. He had worn them for this occasion.
Dorian held a guitar case on the roof before he started to lay on the roof, his arms peaking over the side. He snapped the two switches open and opened the guitar case. It was the sniper rifle Xavier gave Dorian. He aimed it, readying his eyes and adjusting the scope, cocking the bolt back and pushing it forward again. He was ready.
Xavier and Clover looked over at the 3 SUVs. In the SUV at the duo's left was Rich. He got out of the passenger seat. He was laughing a lot and was clearly drunk.
"You got eyes?" Xavier asked.
"I'm indeed not blind." Dorian responded humorously; "Let's get this motherfucker."
Music started to loudly come from the club. It was Crazy by Gnarls Barkley.
I remember when
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
Xavier and Clover opened their doors as the entire caravan of people stepped into the club. They stuck their legs out before getting out.
There was something so pleasant about that place
"Dorian, you ready?" Xavier asked.
Even your emotions have an echo, in so much space, mmm
"Yes." Dorian responded.
And when you're out there without care
"Good. Farewell." Xavier spoke. He ripped his earpiece off. Clover did the same.
Yeah, I was out of touch
"Are you ready, seriously?" Xavier asked.
"Yeah... I am." Clover said, unsurely.
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
"Good."
The two walked hastily toward the entrance of the club.
I just knew too much, mm
"Godspeed." Dorian spoke.
Xavier placed his hand on the door and opened it.
Does that make me crazy?
He had his head down, his burnt mask on, and a fedora on too, just like the movie he was inspired by.
Does that make me crazy?
He looked up slightly before putting his head up fully. It was a gigantic fest. Half the people were drunk. Women dancing at other men's tables. The music playing. The lights made it an epileptic person's nightmare. You might've thought it was a strip club if it didn't state very clearly that it was just a nightclub.
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly
Clover spun her head around to crack her neck as she walked.
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Remember Who I Am
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