A/N, so I thought this song suited this chapter pretty nicely. Feel free to watch... On your own risk, because it can maintain tentacles. Welcome to panic! At the disco, people!
Third person:
We walked into the building, but when we were inside, the building was completely abandoned.
"Jack? You're sure this is the place, right?" Dan asked, while he looked around for a glimpse of another person.
"Yeah, you saw the signboard!" Jack responded. "Maybe they've moved to different location?" PJ asked.
I was about to suggest us to leave, when the four of us jumped from a sudden cough.
"Who coughed?" I asked as I listened intently for another sound. I looked around to seeing them as clueless as I am.
"Oh dear, sorry, that was me!" Said anonymous voice politely. We all jumped, again, and looked at the direction that the voice came from.
There stood a man, almost not in the shadows of the old building. The man was tall and had bright blue eyes. "Sorry for the little scare there." The man said as he walked towards me. He offered me his hand, expecting me to shake it, in which I did.
"The name is Dallon." The man said with a smile. "Dan" I said as I released my hand from his grip. "These are PJ, Angelique, and Jack." I spoke.
"Oh wow Jack! Never thought to see you again!" Dallon smiled again. Jack rolled his eyes in response "To be honest, neither did I." Jack sighed.
"What happened to this place Dallon? The rent too high?" Jack said, a little bit sarcastic on the last sentence.
Dallon rolled his eyes. "Sarcasms, hilarious." "No, Brendon thought it was safer to charm this place." Dallon said proudly. "I'm here so I can recieving.... Guests." He continued.
"Well could you say he could go easier with the spider webs?" Angelique scoffed.
Dallon did a step towards her. "And who is this beautiful lady?" Dallon said as he grabbed Angelique's hand. He even bowed down a little bit.
"Angelique, Dan just said my name." Angelique said, already done with this. "Hmm, I wasn't listening, I was distracted." Dallon said with a wink. "Pass." Angelique said as she pulled her hand out of Dallon's.
Jack began to laugh hysterically. "Oh shut, you Irish dwarf!" Dallon spatted back.
Dallon straightened his posture and cleared his throat. "Anyways, how can I be at your service." He said to Dan with an obviously forced smile.
"We want to speak with Brendon." Dan said with a demanding voice. "Not possible, Mr. Urie is busy at the moment. Besides y'all not on the guests list."
"Look Galadriel sent us, she needs help. She said that we can get it here." Angelique said.
Dallon smirk disappeared, making him look serious.
Dallon sighed. "One moment please."
And with that said, a mysterious mist appeared, revealing a good filled nightclub.
"Welcome to La Chachette du Diable." Dallon yelled excitedly.
The club was humongous, with people, dancing everywhere. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and smoke. Not the smoke of sigarets, smoke of fire... There's a differents.
"Jesus Christ, couldn't be the music any louder!" PJ shouted, covering his ears.
"Sensitive ears I see!" Dallon shouted back as he beckoned the gang to follow him through the crowd of drunk people.
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