Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"Oh, yeah, we're going somewhere," replies Carthrat. "A club, wherein I'm gonna tell you about things. Like extraplanar alcohol."

[Anastasia]

"Uh oh..." she murmurs, and says nothing more, letting you lead the way.

[Carthrat]

"Oh, please. It's not like I'll make you drink it," replies Carthrat. "You inhale or inject half the stuff, anyway. You can get drunk off a needle, I heard there's a boom in popularity."

He continues to head towards the club, known as the 'Sleeping Beauty'.

[Anastasia]

The club, a garish affair with neon lights, flashing strobes and other eyecatchers on the outside, has a short line with several large bouncers at the door. All are 7+ feet tall and look like they aren't of human origin on those grounds alone...

[Carthrat]

"Those," Carthrat states (quietly) "..are Barthens. Some race of super-strong aliens with a glaring weak point. Jab them in the back of the neck, there's a little groove. It's the extraterrestrial equivalent of slamming a man between the legs."

[Anastasia]

"Really?" She replies quietly as well and smiles. "It's not the easiest spot to get to, though, on someone like that..."

"Are we going to get in line?"

[Carthrat]

"Hmm? Naw, that's not a real line," replies Carthrat. "We're VIPs, we go in this way," he continues, walking straight up a reserve lane. "That line is just an elaborate front."

[Anastasia]

The reserve lane is only lightly lit, and a quiet old man keeps watch. He takes one look at you and breaks in to a big grin.

"Carthrat," he says, his voice strong and deep. "It's been awhile. Heard you got yourself in a mess'a trouble with something and ate it. Glad to see you didn't," Jearm of Weltivia greets you like the old friend you are.

[Carthrat]

"All in the past, my friend," replies Carthrat, before indicating Rachel. "This is Rachel. Rachel, this is Jearm. If something happens to me, he'll look after you."

[Anastasia]

Jearm casts a old, hairy eye towards Rachel. "Looking into the locals, Rat?" he asks, smirking. "Well, if CarthRAT(Emphasis his) does finally go to that big trap in the sky, I'll make you get out okay."

[Carthrat]

"You make it sound like you want me to. Is that any way to treat me?" replies Carthrat, doing a credible impression of someone who's just been dumped.

[Anastasia]

"Damn straight! If you finally die, I have dibs on anything that survives your means of demise." He laughs. "That cloak would look stylin' on me, man."

[Carthrat]

"Uh-uh, all this stuff goes into my pyramid. I'll need it in the next life, no doubt," replies Carthrat.

[Anastasia]

He laughs, this time very loudly. "Anyway, Pharoah Carthrat, are you going to go inside or scare away all the young, nubile Cherians that are bound to come tonight?"

[Carthrat]

"Can I do both?" replies Carthrat, starting to walk in.