Goth Club exerpt
Ten
this has characters from the Lord of the Rings realm, the Anita Blake (by Laurell K. Hamilton) realm, the Harry Potter realm, and some original characters tossed in for fun.
Lord of the Rings characters © Tolkien
Anita Blake characters © Laurel K. Hamilton
Harry Potter © J. K. Rowling
original characters © ME, Steven King, and ladydeathfaerie
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Edward didn’t like the closeness of the pale-skinned stranger to Oria. With every move, the man got closer and closer to her. He was torn between breaking this little romance up, keeping his eye on Kendra, whom had drunkenly went to break up Thetis and Jean-Claude’s little show, and keeping his eyes on the man in the corner.
He knew this had to be the man they were looking for. He had too many cronies running around for him not to be. Women clad in less than the girls-all three of them- were draped all over the man. Who was, in Edward’s opinion, not handsome enough to land even one of the girls without a pocket full of money.
Finally, he decided his people could handle themselves. Upon deciding this, he headed onto the dance floor, weaving himself through the throng of gyrating dancers. As he passed Stephen, he tapped the werewolf on the shoulder, leaning close to keep his words private. “Watch Oria. I don’t trust the man she’s dancing with. Don’t interfere. Just keep an eye on them.” The blonde shifter nodded and Edward was gone into the masses again.
In another part of the club-the men’s restroom-the three male elves were congregated. Legolas and Ondrilath were keeping Haldir locked in the far stall. He had seen Jean-Claude whispering in Thetis’s ear and had angrily begun stalking toward them.
Out of nowhere, it seemed, the princeling brothers had stonewalled him and forced him into the loo. He was snarling vulgarities and obscenities that he had obviously learned since arriving from the elven realm. Once he realized their intention to keep him away from the unfolding trap due to his personal feelings, he began to settle down, electing to simply sit on the lid of the john, talking quietly to them through the blocked door.