Time was almost up for the little kitty to get to the nightclub.
A nasty fight had broken out shortly after he'd returned to his home in the sewers beneath the city, so Warren wasn't in the prettiest of conditions right now- Bruised and beaten, a few fresh notches cut out of his ears, claws chipped and his knuckles raw and bloody...
But he needed this job.
He wore a black leather trench coat, long black pants, and black army boots, a black beanie pulled over his ears and a black mask covering most of his face... He was even wearing green contact lenses! He looked like a completely different sprunki!
Thunder rolled overhead and a steady rain fell, but Warren kept his head down and his eyes on the nightclub he was traveling towards: Ultraviolet.
Understandably, he was yanked aside and almost tossed into the rainy streets by the bouncer at the front door, especially for trying to cut the line, but he remembered what he was told to say.
"Listen, man! All I wanted was a taste of the cosmos..."
...
And it seemed to work!
The bouncer released Warren and ushered him inside, and after mentioning that same phrase to a few other workers, Warren was led right towards a large stage where perhaps the most beautiful sprunki he's ever seen was putting on such a show for the crowd...
"...Mercy... That cant be him."
( @wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time
 [ As Warren approached, there was some whispering about how he looked. He was correct in his assumption about his appearance, it seemed. Most others were dressed well- or at least tidy. In fact, the entire club seemed to be that way itself. Clean tinted windows, violet neon lights⦠modern decorations to match the modern structure of the building. A set of stairs let down to the entrance, seeming connected to another building that wasn't part of the club. It must go on underneath. ]
 [ It was clear that the man in the alley was involved with this place, the design looked just like him- or at least what could be seen of him underneath the cloak the night before. He must be pretty confident, bold⦠or full of himself. That was all going to be figured out after truly getting to know him. ]
 [ It's a good thing that Warren remembered the little code phrase! The bodyguard seemed quite serious. This place must be popular, judging by the people who wanted to get in. Upon being ushered inside, the sound of the previously muffled music was made clear. The further in Warren went, the louder one thing got- the beautiful sound of a horn. This place wasn't like any random bar on the street, not extremely loud thumping music or bar fights, just chilling out and drinking. Sure there were some rowdy people⦠but peoeple here just seemed⦠cool about everything. ]
 [ The stage is where the beautiful music was originating from. Right in the front and center, was a tall, shimmering purple dragon playing the horn. Slowly and beautifully⦠wearing a dark sparkly dress and a boa scarf laying over his shoulders. The way that his tail shimmered and his eyes were glowing, it just had to be the same man who approached Warren before. ]
Β [ He was quick to notice the new face in the crowd. He even shot a wink to him! It wasn't too hard to spot him, really. Even with his disguse, his condition stood out like a sore thumb. Sure no one would know it was βWarren, that one guy from the newsβ, but he stuck out for sure. That's alright, though. ]
Β [ The dragon seemed to like that. ]
 [ As he finished, he bowed as the audience cheered, walking off stage⦠then simply wandering by Warren and wrapping a wing around him as he led him further to the back of the club. ]
β Look who made it. Deciding to cut it close? β
