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The woman responded by giving Vyn a thumbs-up.

"On the house!" she called back with a wink.

The rest of the show continued without a hitch, and the curtain went down... which was when Vyn knew it would be the time to use her VIP pass.

Some of the crowd was leaving, others were milling about, and some were trying to get past bouncers... which meant the path to Jaden was behind them.

"No pass, no entry!" they said sternly.

The bartender just laughed in response.

"I don't make it a point to get deeply involved in other people's business." she said.

"Lest of all FAMILY business." she added.

"I'm sure you have your reasons, and I'm not one to question it." she went on.

"It's nice you're looking out for him, though." she then finished with a small smile, before she started to tend to the other patrons that were there.

"We deal with it a lot." the bartender responded, accepting the 20.

"More so than we care to admit." she sighed.

"Regardless, hopefully you can enjoy the show now." he told her, as Jaden continued on stage.

"Noticed you got a VIP pass, too." she went on.

"Seem like the sort that will actually be good for Saber." she continued.

"He doesn't seem to attract many quality people, as you just witnessed."

The bartender responded with a nod, before digging through a medical kit that was behind the bar as well, producing some medicated cotton, as well as some medical wrap bandages.

"Hold still." she said.

Vyn did so, and the woman carefully used the tweezers to pull the small shard out of her hand.

As she did, the blood did, indeed, start to flow freely from the wound, and she responded by quickly checking for any more glass, and then beginning to bandage up the wound, to at least stem the blood flow.

However, as soon as the blood started to flow, the audience... as well as Vyn... noticed that Jaden had suddenly froze for a moment on stage. He managed to recompose himself and play it off, which worked on the audience.

But Vyn could see that Jaden kept shooting glances in her general direction.

Immediately, a large burly man, designated as a bouncer, had picked up the girl, and was carrying her... kicking and screaming... outside.

Meanwhile, the bartender sighed as she heard and saw all that happened.

"I'd hoped we could get through a show without this." she lamented.

"Anyway, here." she said, handing Vyn the drink she'd ordered, and a pair of tweezers.

"Let me help." she then said further.

With that, she grabbed a small LED flashlight keychain from her pocket, and turned it on, illuminating Vyn's hand, allowing her to see the shard and wound more clearly.

Most people would have turned tail and ran.

Most.

But it seemed that this little girl had been raised with such a sense of entitlement, that her own rage at being denied 'what she deserved' was blinding her.

"You bitch!" she screamed.

She then yelled out loud and did something Vyn probably didn't expect... she launched herself towards her in what was, essentially, a flying tackle.

"NO!" she yelled, as she looked at the shattered glass and the spilt liquid.

"YOU!" she exclaimed at Vyn.

"Look what you did!" she shrieked.

"It's ruined! It's all ruined!" she lamented.

"Why didn't you look where you were walking!?"

After the man had finished the introduction, the curtains opened, and Vyn saw Jaden standing on stage... surrounded by various blades and swords, some of them extremely difficult to come across... some of which another female she knew could potentially be VERY interested in.

But Jaden started the show, and she saw just how skilled he was. Blades pieced him, slashed him, stabbed him... but he always turned out all right.

And, sure enough, the audience loved it... especially the girl that was close to her.

However, Vyn soon noticed that the girl seemed to now have a more calculated look to her eyes.

She saw that the girl had a VIP pass, with some radio station stamped on it, meaning she'd won it from a contest of sorts... but she then noticed the girl seemingly fondling a sealed glass container in her hands... one that had a strange liquid in it.

"If I can get him to drink this... we'll be together forever..." she said to herself, figuring the loud noises all around her were drowning her out.

The woman looked at the ID, and smirked.

"Oooh, I love it when this happens." she said.

"Comin' right up." she told Vyn, before promptly getting to work.

It was at that point, a man appeared on stage, walking up to the microphone and tapping on it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." he announced.

"Are you ready to have your minds BLOWN!?" he exclaimed, to rousing cheers.

"Omg omg omg omg..." Vyn then heard a girl... a young teen... squeal.

"He's going to notice me tonight, I know it!" she exclaimed.

"The fortune teller's prediction will come true, and we'll fall in love!"

When she reached the bar, she noticed that the entirety of the audience was... as to be expected.

She saw goths, emos, and punks... all of them running the gambit of authenticity.

She saw genuine goths, emos and punks... those that had earnestly identified with the lifestyle, and were there to simply enjoy a show that catered to their preferred entertainment choices. But she also saw a great deal of people that had simply used their parents' credit cards at Hot Topic, and were essentially appropriating the culture, there to see a hot male that looked feminine.

It was at that moment, a woman behind the bar slid up to Vyn.

"Good evening." she greeted her, a sultry tone to her voice.

"What would you like?" she asked.

@anarchist beauty: Good for business!

"If you don't, you don't." he said.

"I always get a handful of those, and they almost always go to waste." he lamented.

"Usually when someone gets such a pass, it's a test of endurance to make it through their talk of how the darkness in the human races only tempers the strength of true deep dark love, and blah blah blergh." he mumbled.

"The absolute worst of it was one girl that thought that reciting a poem she'd written about... well... apparently staining her heart with the devil's magic would bond us together, and we would forever be together, as a goth couple, in perfect misery and harmony... to me would cause me to sweep her off her feet like she was Sally and I was Jack Skellington." he informed her further.

"It was... sweet... in a cringy edgelordy sort of way." he then muttered.

"Regardless, you're welcome." he finished.

@anarchist beauty: Well, I'm thankful for that, then, lol

@anarchist beauty: My pleasure! Thanks for the swift and quality work!