As Nit paced behind the speedy Axe, they took a few seconds to read the bold, orange letters spelling out the club's name. At the time, it seemed like such a generic name in their opinion. As if the founder ran out of ideas and picked the lowest hanging fruit- possibly an orange, though it could have just as easily been a tangerine or clementine. Really, any orange-colored fruit would have sufficed. After three seconds of silent criticism, Nit followed Axe into the establishment, not really expecting much.<br/><br/>They were not even able to process all the receptionist's facial features before the fellow allowed him through at such a whim. This was rather quaint; the receptionist did not even card them or question anything about their appearance in what could be considered a lowly establishment for their status, even if it was as fancy as it was. Royal privilege was a trinket that allowed one to bypass should-be laws, it seemed. Hopefully their parents would not find out about this. They would be sad about being left out, after all.<br/><br/>Going deeper in this fancy cave disproved Nit's expectations. Honestly, the place was rather dashing and appealing to their aesthetics, very much unlike what they actually expected. Though, in retrospect, this was their very first time going into a night club of any sort, so it was unknown if this could be considered high quality in night club standards. Fuck it, it looked nice, so who cares?<br/><br/>Fixing up their collar and clearing their throat, Nit glanced over at Axe, their eye narrowed in the dim light. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Well, uh... This place sure... is better than what... I honestly expected. You're pretty... lucky, you know. Not many... humans are as fortunate... as you are, eh?</span>" They chuckled and "winked" awkwardly at her, as if alluding to much more than what they had stated.