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The club was what he expected from Tampa. Bright, loud, and shaddy. He used to come to places like this with his friends after they graduated high school and every one of them were the same: dancing, drinking, and designer drugs. He always got in without being carded, because of his size and some clubs didn't care his friends had fake IDs. He doesn't miss places like this. They lost their appeal around the time he was legal to drink and it's been so long he doesn't know what kids wear to clubs anymore. He hadn't packed for that, because he didn't have anything remotely club worthy in his closet and he didn't have the money to spend on an outfit he'd only wear once. He made do with a simple gray shirt, black shorts, and sandles. 

The fee to get into the club was more than he wanted to spend. The price has gone up since his day, but he paid the price. They were here for something that could help his mother and he'd pay any price to get it. He followed everyone else inside, bringing up the rear on his crutches. He got a lot of stares. It could've been from a combination of his height, his outfit, and his crutches, but even if he were dressed normal he'd be noticeable anyway. A few of the bouncers eyed him up, took a look at his leg, then shook their head affirming to themselve they could take him in a fight. The biggest guys always check out the biggest guy in the room, which wasn't him cause there was a bouncer by a set of stairs that was huge. Sometimes he takes for granted that he's a peaceful person, but he always appreciates his nature when he sees a man like that. No trouble coming out of him. He can't say the same for one person that was with his group. He hoped she gets her head about her. This isn't Schmidt. 

Going up the stairs to the VIP section was daunting, but he did it. No worse than the stairs in his apartment building, but he was tired after all that work. He would've called Asta to help him, but that's not the brightest idea in a building with extra-normals they know nothing about and would preceive him as a threat. He was just a little late to the party. He hobbled right as Luis introduced himself. The room did nothing to make him feel better about being here. It looked like a stereotypical sex dungeon without all the toys. Toys he can see anyway. 

He took a seat next to Claudette, since no one wanted to and he needed to rest his leg. Four more weeks in this thing. Time didn't move fast enough. Hopefully he'll have his mother back between now and then. When Luis told them the Dollhouse could provide any service he was prepared to speak on behalf of Emily and Vashti, since they weren't here to represent themselves, but Penny jumped in on a long spiel about Annabelle Heart. Not what most of them were here for. Claudette eventually took over the conversation as their leader. He didn't know she was cursed as well. So four members needed cures and Luis was about to name his price when Molly and Ellie walked in.

He was shocked, not sure how to process seeing their dead members "alive" and "well". He hadn't known what Molly got up to, if she left or what, but seeing Ellie again made his chest hurt. He was still grieving for her and to see Babylon parade around like everything was fine pissed him off. He clutched in his fist, face stony, while he kept in his desire to pick a fight. That's not what they're here for. He wants to avenge Ellie, but she's dead. He's accepted that. His mother was still worth saving. Her condition hadn't gotten worse when he checked on her before coming here. They just needed a price, then they could hash this out in the parking lot. He's sure Emily would like a piece of this demon.

"Mr. Luis, you were naming your price." He turned away from Babylon, eyes on the man that would get them what they wanted. Cut out all the noise and get back to what's important. That's all he had to think about.