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Another day, another set of nonsense. Usually, when Caine had one of his adventures planned for the day, he warned them beforehand or at least made sure to bring them up to speed with some sort of rousing speech complete with colors and effects but uh, this time seemed a bit different. First of all, usually everyone was allowed their own time in their room to rest and relax when what counted as the night fell and he was absolutely not in his room. Second off, even though he had opened his eyes, he couldn’t see a single thing. Nothing but pure darkness all around. He couldn't even make out the outline of his hands in the dark or the rest of his body for that matter. This was the opposite of a funny adventure that was entertaining for the whole family. Typically, Caine made them go on stupid distractions in order to keep them from thinking about the fact that they were trapped. Less stress, less possibility of one of them freaking out and turning into one of those weird abstractions or whatever. Honestly, he didn’t even want to think about it but here he was stuck in a place that reminded him of that fact.

Jax was just about to call out for Caine when the darkness cleared all at once and he popped into whatever reality the ringmaster had made. Instead of the typical circus vibe, he found himself standing in a concrete jungle. A city in the night lit only by a set of street lamps heading down the main avenue. The usual sort of city that he might’ve expected from the real world, except, it was very obviously not the real world. He had to give it up to Caine, however, he had found himself excited for just half a second until he actually looked at what he was seeing instead of just taking it all in.

There were skyscrapers that touched the clouds but tall buildings weren’t endless and certainly didn’t threaten to reach the stars. There were people walking around and the telltale sign of activity that came with crowds; the buzz. Little conversations happening between people as they walked, as their boots and shoes crunched the concrete underneath and kept on moving. He was even impressed by the cars that were ambling through the streets with the occasional driver getting pissed, however, it was all fake.

The cars were too bright and colorful without a scratch on them or any sign of wear as if they were all brand new and made out of something a bit more flexible than metal. The people weren’t people at all but puppets and mannequins, individuals dressed up in various clothes that did the trick of fooling anyone looking from far away but couldn’t fool him. Even the sounds were too uniform as if they were being played on a loop or a set of tracks that someone found in a library on the web. Well, all in all, it wasn't too bad. He could almost smell the grease coming off of the street food vendors and there was even that late Autumn chill in the air.

As he started walking to blend in the crowd, Jax took a look down at himself and noticed that his outfit had been completely changed. A vest and button-up had replaced his usual overalls along with slacks covering his legs. His gloves were gone as well and he had to wonder what sort of role did his outfit play in this little game? When he looked back up he saw a few bright neon signs hanging off the semi-realistic buildings that added to the lack of realism.

A few of them were very obviously pointing him in a particular direction and so he decided to play along. Not like there was much else to do. What he found oddest was that Caine hadn’t explained a single thing, and everyone else was nowhere to be found. Maybe he just put them here and hoped that they’d stumble into the adventure instead of the other way around. Part of him wanted to keep on going past where the signs were pointing but he felt like doing so would be a big insult to the big guy. It would be kind of funny to see him bawling but it would also be infinitely annoying to hear him constantly whining.

Thunder cracked through the air and it was like a switch had been hit and things just changed. Everything turned a bit more gritty, fewer of the mannequins appeared to be around him, and the few that remained formed a canopy with their umbrellas that were suddenly out and open without a sound. Droplets fell on his head and he found himself annoyed that Caine hadn’t given him anything to keep the stuff off of him. Still, he had to look on the bright side. Somewhere out there, his very near and dear friends would also be getting wet and probably getting just as upset if not more.

The neon signs pointed him in the direction of a brick building that he was more than glad to enter. He pushed open the door and headed on in. Score one for potted plants, minus points for the fact that they were overgrown and vines were crawling along the walls. The lobby seemed to be fairly regular despite the plants and even had the most realistic thing he had seen in a low-income building; a taped-off elevator. With a sigh, he headed around to a door marked by a set of stairs and opened it before peeking inside.

No weird voids, no holes, no traps of any kind. Only a set of stairs. Perfect. With that bit of caution out of the way, Jax headed up the stairs while stretching. Man, he really wanted to know what was up with all of this. The building, the city, the broody mood with the rain. The only thing that was missing was the ragtag of idiots that he called his companions. Where were those guys anyway?

Jax stopped at a door that was marked with an arrow and headed on through into a hall with another obvious path. He stopped at what appeared to be an office door with his name on it, and underneath it said private eye. Seriously? He was a detective in this little adventure? Man, that was kind of lame. He’d be much better at being the murderer or something like that, then again, this was probably a kid’s sort of detective game. One where he got to find missing cats and solve the mystery of where his friends were. Oh, that second one was probably it actually.

When he opened the door he found himself looking at two very pleasant sights. First of all, the room itself was nice as hell. Sleek carpets, and bookshelves on the side with books that he didn’t care about, but the wood the shelves were made of had a dark sheen to it, sort of like mahogany or something like that. Very nice. The detective's work desk, or rather, his work desk had a pile of folders on it and a desk lamp that was already lit and pointed at the center of the desk itself. The second sight that he found pleasant was one of his companions lounging on a couch near the shelves.

Pomni the jester, or usually she’d be the jester. She still had that pale skin that made her look like she was constantly powdered or painted, and still had the same anxious eyes but she was dressed in a button-up and plaid skirt, a hat on her head that made her look like something out of a history book selling newspapers. When she saw him, she got up and nearly tripped all over herself. Ah, that familiar distress was all he needed to smile real big and ignore the fact that his ears were dripping from the rain.

“Jax!” She cried out, “Don’t just sneak up on me like that!” Pomni then froze and looked around while muttering, “Geez, I should look for a towel for you or something.”

He hopped onto the couch and placed his heels on a tiny coffee table just ahead before sighing, “Nah, it should dry soon enough. Anyway, where’s everyone else?”

With a sigh, Pomni looked toward him and rubbed her arm idly, “I was hoping you would know. One minute I’m trying to sleep and pretend this is all some sort of terrible dream, the next I’m in this toyhouse city getting led here. I mean, seriously? Does Caine not think that separating us like this and throwing us around might not freak us out?”

“Agreed.” He said while looking up at the ceiling.

Pomni blinked, “Seriously? Just like that?”

Jax tilted his head to the side and looked over at her with a small smile, “Yeah, why shouldn’t I agree with you? It’d be much funnier if I could actually see everyone in peril instead of wondering where they are. See, whatever I come up with in my head is worse than anything that could actually happen, and much more boring.” He then threw his arms up and stretched while grunting, “But I bet this is all part of some sort of stupid adventure. You combed through this place yet?”

“Well, no. I was kind of just waiting around hoping that someone would show up, or that Caine would pop in to explain.” She said with a sigh.

With a yawn, he flicked his digits in the direction vaguely behind and kept one eye open to watch as she frowned and got the message. She walked away while looking all around most likely to start searching as he had suggested. Always good to see that she enjoyed the busywork Caine left them, and it was always good to see her grumbling. He heard her fishing through drawers before an irregular pause occurred. Paperwork being moved and folders opened. That’s what it sounded like to him and he couldn’t help but grow more and more curious as he heard pages turning. Slowly, he brought his legs down off the coffee table and got up. He looked toward the jester to see that her eyes were peering down at an open folder; one of many at the work desk.

Her eyes continued to scan through the pages even as he walked behind her and peeked over her shoulder, “So uh, whatcha got there?”

She set the folder down and rubbed the back of her head, “Well, Caine kindly labeled it as a case file and it has everything about a series of kidnappings and murders that have been plaguing the city. Backstory stuff, I guess. I think, you and I are supposed to be detectives on the trail of a criminal.” She then plucked a photo and handed it to him, “And well, here’s where everyone is.”

He looked at the photo and laughed. Ragatha with her stupid blue dress and Zooble were tied up while Gangle and Kinger seemed to be helping Caine tie them up. When he stopped laughing, he shook his head and sighed, “Okay, so we got a hostage situation and we’re supposed to be the hardened detectives. Got it, so uh, what clues we got to go on?”

Pomni’s eyes swirled as she picked up an individual paper and muttered, “Whatever this is.”

Jax plucked the page up and stared at it for a few seconds before letting it fall to the floor, “Nope. Not gonna deal with it.”

From a cursory glance, what he had seen was something he didn’t want to think about. A page of stupid riddles, of different locations to visit, and much more. There were even a few character names that they were supposed to interview. Sure, he could wander this city searching for his dear lost friends but why would he? They weren’t in any danger and more than that, the puzzles seemed a bit too complex for his head. Jax was pretty sure he even saw a few math problems in there and sure, he could probably do them but why waste the effort? He yawned and headed over to the couch, falling back onto it with his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands behind his head.

The jester was soon along at his side pestering him, however, “Jax! C’mon! What if they’re in danger or something? You know Caine is crazy and uh, I mean, maybe we might find a way out?”

He brought a finger in the air to keep her from blabbering on before he answered with a sigh, “Okay not even gonna acknowledge that last part so, first of all, do you want to do any of those stupid riddles? I mean, I’m pretty sure I saw one of them involve complex equations and I doubt we have a single brain cell between us for some college physics class bull. Second of all, I don’t want to go back into that miserable rain where I swore I heard a saxophone or something following me. And last and probably least, do you seriously think Caine is gonna hurt them?”

Pomni frowned and looked at the paper in her hand before she huffed and stormed over to the work desk. Apparently, she had decided to do everything herself. Normally he’d love nothing more than to watch her struggle but the sound of the rain tapping against the glass was enough to make him feel a bit sluggish and comfortable. Fingers moved up to his neck to tug away the stupid tie that had been put on him, loosening it before he let it hang around his shoulders and allowed the collar of his shirt to open. He unbuttoned the vest next and stretched out further onto the couch, eyes shut as he made his plan to sleep through everything.

Maybe he would have been able to sleep through the whole thing if someone were a bit quieter. Pomni huffed and puffed as she flipped through pages angrily and occasionally she muttered curses that were censored by Caine’s anti-fun nonsense. She would stop on occasion allowing him to settle for just a bit before he heard her noises again. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t entertaining hearing her get so annoyed but she was getting so anxious that it was making him feel anxious. He couldn’t even keep his eyes closed and at this point, he was just staring at the ceiling doing nothing and getting bored.

With a grunt, he got up and looked over to see Pomni with swirling eyes staring down at a mass of paperwork that appeared a bit bigger than he remembered. Maybe she had pulled some more out of the desk but it seemed like she had seriously overloaded herself. Man, this wasn’t worth it. He understood what Caine was trying to do, seriously but uh, it wasn’t working. A case solved by two detectives, a case rife with mystery and adventure, victims locked up and bonding while waiting for their eventual rescue, and two of the less stable members getting to be wacky villains. Sure, it all sounded fine, but Caine’s understanding of what a wild detective mystery was probably flawed. The guy probably watched some old movies and figured he could do something like that. Hm, if he had referenced most of these places then that meant there was a possibility that he had added in something unintentionally.

Jax got up and started moving around the room while Pomni finally snapped, “Ugh! What does any of this even mean? I mean, I get it, the puzzles are supposed to be hard because we’re supposed to be detectives but we aren’t actually detectives! Real detectives probably wouldn’t even have to solve a crossword puzzle about guns to find a clue.” And as she slumped down in the seat behind the desk she huffed, “I give up.”

“That’s the spirit.” He said while checking under furniture.

As Jax moved around the work desk to check underneath it, Pomni tilted her head, “Uh, hey Jax? What are you doing?”

He winced after hitting his head on the desk but beamed as he rose to full height and headed toward the corner of the room where he saw a black square of some sort, “Oh, y’know, just checking to see if Caine made any fun mistakes.”

Jax tapped and touched the black box but found that it was nothing more than a set piece and as he did this, Pomni tilted her head, “Fun mistakes? Like what?”

“Like leaving alcohol in a fridge. What sort of hardened detective movie comes without alcohol?” He began and as he heard her start to take in air to object, he brushed her off with a motion and continued, “Think about it. How many movies or books have you seen or read with detectives where they aren’t hopelessly hammered all the time and if they aren’t, then there’s at least a bar or something they all stop at.”

It seemed like that was enough to get Pomni to shut up for a bit but sooner than he expected she began to speak up, “I mean, I think I saw something when I was headed here outside. There’s a lot of buildings that just don’t really have any details but uh—” She then tapped her fingers together while he looked at her with a hand at his waist, “But there was this one with a big glowing sign that said the red apple bar. Looked like it was taken right out of a movie frame.”

His smile turned into a full-blown grin as he clapped his hands, “Perfect! We can get wasted.”

Pomni sighed, “We wouldn’t even be able to get wasted since this is just a simulation or whatever.”

He brushed her off and scoffed, “Nonsense, our brains are absolutely capable of tricking us into thinking we’re drinking alcohol. You get the sensation of eating, right? So why can’t that be the case for throwing back some whiskey or whatever? C’mon, I’ll even make you a fruity drink if we find a stash.”

She rolled her eyes and looked away, “I don’t know, it just doesn’t seem like a good idea. Shouldn’t we keep on trying? Ragatha looked kind of upset in that picture.”

“Her? She was probably hamming it up! That or Kinger pinched her in the wrong place when he was tying the ropes. And I mean, did you see Gangle and Kinger? They looked like they were having the time of their lives! And Zooble? Well, they’re Zooble so they’ve always got that angry triangle look to them. Anyway, c’mooon, be a pal and lead me around.”

Pomni rubbed the back of her head and looked toward the pile of paperwork. He prepared to shrug and simply state that it was worth a shot convincing her, but she interrupted him as he opened his mouth, “Yeah. You know what? Let’s go. I uh, I think that Caine and everyone else can wait. Not like they’ll be expecting us soon with Caine giving us so much homework.”

Jax blinked before clapping his hands together, “Well all right! Since you saw the place, you’ll be the one in charge of our own personal adventure.” He then stepped by her side and grabbed her shoulder to shake her a bit, “It’ll be you and me! Jax and Pomni’s adventure! To find a bar and get hammered.”

The jester snorted and pushed his hand away, and she smiled instead of frowning as she headed to the door and muttered, “Let’s just go before I regret my decision. I just know you’re gonna do something stupid to trip me up.”

As he followed her out the door he hummed, “Oh, absolutely. I could even make those dreams come true right down the stairs.”

She rolled her eyes and just kept on walking while he followed. To thank her for leading the way, he didn’t trip her down the stairs. They both stepped out into the rain and didn’t bother to head back to look for an umbrella since there weren’t any in the office. Just a little thing that Caine had neglected. While the alcohol would be much appreciated if they found it, he wasn’t really into being soaked like a rag before he even got to the bar to search. He noted that the odd characters and mannequins around him were holding umbrellas and had to wonder if he could just snatch one.

Jax reached out and found that it was much easier than he thought it would be, an umbrella soon in hand with a hooked handle. He held it over himself and Pomni and the little jester sighed, “Thanks. Caine simulated everything a bit too perfectly. Right down to the cold rain.”

“Eh, don’t thank me. I was saving my own fuzz from getting soaked.” He then chuckled, “And yeah, looks like that shirt of yours is getting a bit see-through too.”

The jester squeaked and checked her shirt and found that he had been lying. Her cheeks were burning bright enough to glow and she scoffed, “Not funny!”

Ah, it was so damn funny to him at least. On occasion during their walk through the gloomy city, he would lean down and look over at her chest as if he were checking for her rosebuds poking through. She’d notice and cover her chest or check just to make sure again, and once she saw that she wasn’t actually poking through, she’d take a swing at him. Pomni could probably hit a lot harder but she was choosing to just give him light taps and pushes almost like she was playing along or something. Aw, were they bonding? It sure felt like bonding to him. Without anyone else around he’d have to be fine with just entertaining himself with Pomni and well, this little walk was proving that he could handle that for a bit.

After a short walk, they stopped at their destination. Fat red neon sign, gaudy wooden door with a handle. He wasn’t really sure if he was walking into a bar or some sort of dive at a redlight district. Tapping his chin, he asked quietly, “You sure this place is just a bar?”

Pomni frowned and crossed her arms, “I’m actually not sure. I didn’t go in and I can’t really see through the windows.”

Jax grinned and put his hand on the handle, “Oh, he did not just reference a place like this without even knowing what it was. You wanna put some fun money on whether this is a strip joint or not? Does he even know what one is?!”

She opened her mouth a few times, lips contorting into a frown before she started to snort and snicker, “Oh, oh no. I mean, it says it's a bar!”

“Yeah, but a red sign pointing out that it's the red apple of temptation and tinted windows so you can’t peek inside?” He said while turning his head toward her with a raised brow and a coy smile.

Before Pomni could answer, he opened the door and stepped to the side, holding both the umbrella and the door open for her. She stared at him with her arms crossed still before rolling her eyes and heading on in. Closing the umbrella, he hummed and headed on in to see what they were in for. As it turned out, he had been deliciously correct. Caine had either referenced a movie, a book, or some other piece of digital media and as it turned out, he had done so without checking every little corner. The Red Apple Bar was a strip joint through and through. Well, more of a cabaret of some sort.

There was a main lounge area with plush booths and seats surrounding tables that were all pointed toward a stage with the curtains open and bright lights on display as if the place was prepared to let loose a lovely show. There was a pole on stage and a few raised sections where he could absolutely imagine women dancing in barely anything at all. It was probably more for burlesque shows but he preferred to think that more risque things happened on that stage.

When he turned to Pomni, he saw that her cheeks were bright red and she had fixed her gaze elsewhere most likely to distract herself. Oh how he would love to start bothering her about that but right now both of them spotted the object of their adventure and he called it out first, “Hey hey hey, there’s the bar!”

A polished bar with a reddened hue to the wood sat near the left side of the lounge with lamps hanging overhead shaded by green. They both headed on over and Jax hopped over the bartop and set his umbrella down to do a bit of searching. Bottles lined every corner of the bar’s wall and there were even cups underneath the bar itself. He tossed a few onto the bar top and got his tie and buttons in order before turning around with two bottles in hand.

“What are you—” Pomni began before he cut in.

“Well hello there pretty thing. As you can see tonight's a pretty slow one, so how about I make these on the house?” He said with a big smile and a wagging brow. Jax tossed one of the bottles up and failed to catch it and as it hit the floor he sniffed, “Whoops.”

Pomni took a seat at one of the stools and shook her head while placing a hand near her mouth, “You’re so stupid but I mean, better this than you bugging me.”

He grinned and began setting bottles down on the bartop, “Eh, I can still arrange to be a pest later on. Right now I just wanna check what we got going on here. I mean, surely I can mix you up something good. There’s lemon juice in here. Raspberry lemonade. Oh, orange juice. Maybe I can figure out how to make a mimosa or somethin’ like that.”

“Do you even know how to make any of that?” She asked with a small frown.

“Nah, but do you think it matters if we waste a bit of it?” He said as he shook a bottle toward her.

She kept on frowning until she shrugged, “All right, get out the shots and we’ll poison ourselves instead of dealing with Caine’s stupid adventure.”

He laughed as the game began. Could he make a single flavorful beverage this evening? The first one he tried mixing in that little shaker turned out just fine. Well, it wasn’t a very impressive mixed drink but at least it tasted good. Rum and coke; a classic for individuals who had no imagination, skill with mixing, or just wanted something good without a lot of fuss. Pomni approved when she downed her shot and so he poured them both a proper glass before moving on. Chilled orange juice, plenty of champagne, and after a while he had himself a mimosa that tasted absolutely awful. They both seemed ready to spit it out after taking the shot and well, maybe it had to do something with the ratio of alcohol to juice but it tasted like something was burning his tongue. Of course, they couldn’t really taste but like he said, the brain was good at tricking them into thinking that this was all real. What made him smile even after poisoning himself, was that Pomni was commenting on how disgusting it was with a bright smile on her face. Tortured but happy. Better than her constantly whining he supposed.

Every failure was another touch of warmth at the back of his head accompanying the spike of heat on his tongue and the occasional burn down his throat. None of it really tasted all that good but the act was good enough to get him to laugh on occasion from just how horrible he was at this, and the look on Pomni's face whenever she tried something particularly foul.

They kept on trying a few mixes that went terribly while enjoying the rum and coke off to the side until Pomni finally laughed, “Okay, okay, stop. You suck so bad at this! Are you even tasting what you’re making?”

Her cheeks were bright and flushed, her head shaking from side to side as she spoke, even with how silly she looked he had to defend his honor and so he did so with a smirk, “Oh, think you could do any better?”

She stepped around the bartop and grabbed hold of a bottle to start mixing while he watched, and as she did this she began to huff, “I think I can do a little bit better than a rabbit with rotted taste buds.”

Jax watched as she made her ultimate concoction. Lemon juice and what appeared to be some sort of flavored alcohol that he couldn’t really see. Maybe a rum of some kind? Either way, he watched until she finished and she poured out two glasses of the stuff instead of using shot glasses. There was shaved ice in there and she had even topped it off with a cherry. Since when had the clown been a certified bartender? She took it while looking smug as hell, and he took his while returning that little expression confident that she was full of herself. They both took a sip and each of their faces puckered up and they doubled over against one another while swallowing before coughing.

“Oh god, that’s like sucking on a lemon’s puckered a—” Jax said while choking.

Pomni wheezed, “Maybe my taste buds suck too.”

They both decided to give up the mixology career and instead deal with the tried and true, rum and coke. The tie around his neck was loosened and tossed off to the side before he sat down with her and just sorta breathed out to enjoy the warm buzz he was feeling at the back of his head. Seemed like both of them sitting at the bar might’ve activated something because they heard a bit of light jazz playing through the air, or maybe that was just part of the simulation. What detective story was complete with the sound of saxophones and other brass instruments playing?

Surprisingly, Pomni was the first to comment on it as she swirled her glass and leaned back in her seat, a bit of a dark edge to her tone, “The music and drinks were kinda nice but me and my partner weren’t too happy. We were stuck, stuck in a lot of ways. Our friends were caught by some maniac and his two goons, and the bartender had tried to poison us. Now we were stuck at the bar sipping on our regrets and watching the girls play on stage. If only some guy would look at me the way they looked at those burlesque girls.”

She set her drink down with a gentle clinking of ice and glass, and Jax chuckled, “I’d clap if I didn’t think it’d go straight to your head. Gonna keep narrating all night?”

“I mean, what else do we do?” She snorted, “Not like there’s anyone up on the stage, and drinking until I pass out doesn’t seem like much fun. I guess, we gotta head out and look for our friends or whatever.”

“Do we?” Jax said with his brow raised, “I mean, there’s a cute little number who could totally give a good strip show right here.”

Pomni looked at Jax up and down before she sniffed, “You don’t got the tits.”

They shared a look before they both started to laugh. He grabbed onto her shoulder and pushed, “I meant you, knucklehead! C’mon, there’s a pole up there, the lights are nice and bright! You could even toss your hat out into the adoring crowd.”

She stared at him for a few seconds before hopping off of her stool. Pomni then downed the rest of what was in her glass and breathed out, “All right, let’s go.”

When she started wobbling toward the stage, he got off his seat and asked while tilting his head, “Seriously? You’re actually gonna get up there and act like a floozy? In front of me? Huh, I must have died then.”

Pomni brushed him off and turned her head just to stick her tongue out. He started to follow her and stopped at one of the lounge seats near the front of the stage, leaning back with one leg over a knee as he watched her clamber up onto the stage. The jazzy music changed into something a bit more appropriate for the moment. Still full of brass instruments but with a bit more of a flirty cadence. Pomni was standing up straight on the stage and her eyes kissed with red and blue seemed to be swirling as she realized that the lights were on her. He grinned and raised his hand over to her, waving and about to tell her she could give up before she frowned and got started on her routine.

She wasn’t much of a dancer but seemed like she could handle the pole pretty well. The jester grabbed hold of the pole and began to turn around it, twisting and spinning until she stopped with one hand still on it. The other hand loosened her collar and popped a button off and his ears raised at that, a big smile on his face as he began to clap. Well, he really should stop her seeing as she was under the influence, but a free show was a free show.

Being a bit tipsy himself, he didn’t mind the fact that she slipped here and there, didn’t mind at all considering those buttons were popping one by one now. Her hat came next flying toward him and he caught it while chuckling. Finally, the last button came off of her shirt and she opened it to expose her bra, except, whatever outfit Caine had given her hadn’t come with one of those. His own cheeks warmed as he saw her darkened nipples exposed under the light, her plump pale breasts a bit bigger than he was expecting. It seemed that she didn’t expect to be exposed like this quite so soon either as she pulled her arms together, cheeks burning and eyes swirling.

Instead of holding back, he punched a fist in the air and called out, “Take off the skirt!”

That seemed to break her out of her shock but she still held her arms over her chest as she turned away. Aw, looks like the show was over and that was it for his entertainment. Except, her hands were moving now. He watched with a big grin as he watched her arms move downward, her hands coming out as if to show her fingers getting close to the waist of her skirt where she began to pop off the buttons that kept it together. When she had it off, she let it drop to the floor and stepped out of the skirt showing her rear only covered by multicolored panties. At least the ringmaster didn’t forget that.

Jax clapped and whistled until Pomni scoffed and spoke loudly from the stage, “That good enough for you, pervert?”

He thought about that for a moment. Was it good enough? There was something stirring under his pants and he liked what he was seeing, so of course he finally had his answer and gave it to her, “Nah! Gotta go all the way!”

She turned around and stamped her foot, mouth open, and about to say something but it seemed like a distraction had come across her gaze. Jax followed her eyes and looked down to see that she was staring at the bulge he was sporting of all things. He looked at her with a fat smirk and leaned back in his seat while bringing a leg up, heel on the edge. The attention only made him more excited. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen much action since being trapped in this stupid place, but he was feeling amorous. The jester on stage certainly wasn’t helping standing there with her tits out and her body on display. In fact, he needed to take a good look at her body.

Curved in the right places with an average enough build, breasts plump enough he could probably grab hold of them and have something nice to grab onto, but not so big that they’d slip out of his grasp. Her rear was pretty good too, not bad at all really. When she noticed that he was staring, Pomni’s arms came back up to her chest, her eyes looking away while her cheeks burned a bit more red.

“Hey, Pomni, how about you come here for a bit.” He asked, “You can leave the underwear on if you want but uh, might not stick on for too long, if you know what I mean.”

Of course, he laughed after he said this because, why would she ever give him the time of day? He had been bothering her nonstop ever since she arrived and even this evening he had spent most of it bothering her. Well, it was always worth a try seeing as she was drunk enough to get nearly naked in front of him on stage. So maybe, just maybe, she’d actually be willing to take it a step further.

Jax raised a brow as he watched her step off of the stage without getting her clothes. She approached him until she got to his table, and she placed both of her hands at the edge of it and breathed out quietly without looking him in the eye, “I-is there something that I could help you with, sir?”

“Anything you could—” He paused for a moment when he realized what was going on and couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as he leaned forward, elbows on the tabletop with his chin resting in his hands as he hummed, “Huh, y’know, there’s actually a few things you could help me with. How about you sit next to me and we talk a little, get to know each other, y’know? The night is young.”

She took a seat next to him and he leaned back and spread his arms, one looping around her shoulders to tug her real close while she squeaked, “Right! Anything you say, sir.”

Leaning in, he muttered near her ear, “Does it make it easier, little jester? Playing pretend like we’re two actors in a silly little play instead of two grown adults hungry for a bit of something naughty? We already drank our heads off and personally, I’m buzzed enough that I don’t really think I need to pretend that I’m into what I’m seeing. How about you?”

Pomni planted a hand into his side and shoved, not managing to move him at all. He chuckled afterward as she huffed, “Ugh, do you have to be a jerk about everything? I’m giving you myself on a silver platter! A-and you just decide to annoy me instead?”

“Oh yeah, you bet your ass I’m gonna be a jerk about it. C’mon, I wanna hear you say it.” He said while leaning further to plant a peck on her cheek.

He could practically feel the steam coming off of her cheeks as she breathed out, “I want you to—” Another pause happened before she looked down and ended quieter, “To y’know, order me around and do whatever you want with me, in that way.”

Jax could have pushed for her to be a bit more honest but she just kept on shrinking, kept on balling up, it almost felt like he was kicking a puppy at this point. Instead of pressing her, he planted a kiss on her bare shoulder as he hummed, “Y’know, that show of yours was nice, but how about you really get out of everything there and start working on my pants? Take it as nice and as slow as you want. I’m a patient customer so no need to worry about me flipping my lid, I mean, unless you want me to.”

She slipped from his grasp and cleared her throat, “The customer is king.”

Part of him wanted to pin her down right there and then but he had to keep up the act as the patient customer instead of being a hornball rabbit. The drink still bubbling in his head also had a part in this. Warm and fuzzy ideas turned up in his head of letting her give him a bit of proper lip service, of watching and waiting for the right moment before pouncing on her. And in another part of his mind, he kept on thinking of pinning her down and going to town without remorse.

He of course settled on watching and watch he did with a pleased grin as she turned around and hooked her thumbs through the waist of her underwear, tugging them down by bit while bending forward showing her lovely rear. Everything she wore was tossed to the side, was left to some far-off corner or on stage. Now she stood before him fully nude, a hand bending behind her to grab onto her wrist as she turned to him. She still had orders to follow, so she got back to sitting next to him, her fingers moving to his lap, twitching when she spotted the bulge.

A button was snapped, the sound of a zipper slowly being opened echoing in the empty space surrounding them. The jazz had stopped leaving them to their business without noise, with the only sound being the breathing between them and his clothing being pushed aside. His boxers were tugged down and he leaned his head back on the spine of the seat with his eyes shut as he felt his shaft touch the cool air of the lounge. Her fingers felt over the base and trailed up and to the tip where she grabbed on and started to stroke gingerly. He opened one eye to look at her gawking at his dick, to see that she was nearly frozen in place. Maybe the size was impressing her, or maybe she had sobered up a bit. Either way, too late to go back now.

Too late to go back. He always took things a bit too far and now it looked like that was paying off. Maybe he should call it off since they were obviously both a bit tipsy but she seemed entirely into it. He'd take his lumps afterward and he'd take them as hard as she wanted to give them but right now he wanted to be selfish, and oddly enough, he wanted her.

He began to unbutton his vest and shirt, his words said to the air above them with a sigh, “Get under the table and start using your mouth. Y’know how to do that, right?”

While she got under the table, he took the opportunity to get up. She looked at him confused and seemed about to crawl out to ask what was going on before Pomni froze at his next set of actions. He shrugged out of the vest and shirt, letting them fall to the floor before he got the slacks off along with the boxers in one go. Comfortable and nude, he moved back to the seat with his balls and cock hanging off of the edge just inches before Pomni’s face.

It seemed like she didn’t need any further instruction and the acting was done as well. While Jax reclined on the cushioned seat, her mouth pressed against his heavy balls gingerly, her tongue soon following to cradle them from below while her fingers started to work on his shaft. It felt nice, felt good to get a bit of worship like this and it really did make him feel like a king, but he couldn’t see her reactions, couldn’t see her face like this. All he could see was her head moving here and there while her hand started stroking him faster and faster. Pleasurable but a little bit boring, a little bit lacking in the spice that he really enjoyed tasting.

Her lips took in his balls as best as they could, suckling on each orb before letting them loose causing him to breathe out and if he could curse, he would. Instead, he settled on bringing a hand down to run his fingers through her hair, claws digging in a bit as he encouraged her to keep on licking. She was doing a fantastic job. Her warm tongue sliding across his balls with her nose at the base of his shaft felt too damn good but everything was happening a bit too slowly for him. Maybe the alcohol was making him a bit less patient, or maybe he wasn’t patient to begin with.

Well, he had at least tried to go at her pace but he just couldn’t. Excitement and lust were building side by side together along with the desire to actually see her. The table blocking the sight of her face, of her expression was almost criminal. Jax looped his digits through her hair and reached down with his other hand to grab her by the shoulder to yank her up. Her eyes were wide as he planted her down on the table, her mouth held in an expression in between a grimace and a nervous smile.

“Something wrong, sir?” She said through shaky tones and vibrations.

The fingers that had been tugging on her hair moved to her neck, while his other hand moved to grab onto her side as he muttered, “Pomni, I’m done playing around.”

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped as he applied the smallest bits of pressure onto her neck before letting both of his hands drift downward. His claws pressed against her skin pushing further and further until he softened his touch at her thighs, forcing her to spread wide as he leaned down to plant a kiss on her crotch. Pomni whimpered and tried to close her legs but his tongue was already moving. Both of her hands pushed onto his head spreading his ears apart as he lapped at her outer lips, tongue dipping inside on occasion while he moved his hands in circles against her thighs. The attention seemed like it was too much for her to handle, and when he looked up he could see that clearly in her expression.

Through moans and whimpers he could see the desperate look on her face, the grimace touched with a dot of drool slipping from the side of her lips. Her chest also signified her stress and excitement, rising and falling rapidly as she drew breath and struggled to hold it all in. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he kept kissing her cunt, smirking as he heard her gasp as he dipped his fingers inside to help along with speeding things up. Every little touch, every little movement against her body seemed to set her off in fantastic ways. Moans, squirms, she even tried to kick his head but it felt like a weak slap more than anything else.

Before long, he made it seem like he was giving up, letting go of her legs to get up as she turned around on her gut while huffing, “W-warn me next time you’re gonna do something like—”

She squeaked as he grabbed her rear and brought her legs off of the table, again he moved down to plant kisses on her thighs, and again his tongue found her cunt while she groaned aloud and covered her face. He couldn’t see her like this but hearing her was enough right now. Jax decided to give her one last kiss on that sensitive spot before he got up and spread her rear to really get a good look at her holes.

“Jerk!” She groaned and then squeaked as he spat on the puckered star between her rear cheeks.

“What was that?” He asked with a hum.

On shaky arms, she brought herself up and slipped out of his grasp to turn onto her back again, her foot planted against his gut as she huffed, “You’re a jerk is what I said!”

Seemed like she had plenty more to say, but one of his hands was keeping her other leg down while the other was grabbing onto his shaft to slap it onto her crotch. She looked down, her frown turning into a small neutral dot. The jester even started to tremble as he slid his cock back to line it up with her entrance. Slowly and gently, he began to push and ease his dick against her cunt, pushing and pressing while she brought her hands up to hold onto his arm. She wasn’t pulling or pushing him away but instead, it seemed like she needed something to steady herself while she watched with wide eyes as he started to fit himself inside of her inch by inch.

The head prodded in first causing her to gasp, toes curling before splaying out as he started to ease the rest of himself in her. Jax leaned down all the way now to plant a kiss atop of her head, to get a better position to hear her complaints turn to moans, and so he could whisper, “Want me to stop?”

“No!” She gasped immediately.

Both of her hands then shot up and over her mouth, her eyes shut tight when he checked. With a little smirk, he planted a kiss on her lips before he bucked forward to get more of his cock inside of her, to start rocking himself back and forth. Her insides were clamping on tight making it tough to get in deep but he did his best to push past that, to let her insides mold around his member and really cling on. Her noises were utterly divine too. Little squeaks and moans, sighs and groans, and even a few calls for a savior here and there. All of it was muffled behind her hands covering her mouth but she couldn’t really keep all of that locked away.

It was, however, getting a little annoying that he couldn’t bottom out inside of her. He grabbed onto her ankles now to yank them apart, to keep her spread as far as she would go before he started putting more effort into thrusting. Part of the problem was that she kept on tightening up anytime he touched her, or anytime he moved. That didn’t stop him from getting in just a little bit deeper with every push, with every drag of her ankles to pull her body closer to him.

Her hands had moved off of her mouth now and had traveled low to grab onto the edge of the table, her eyes peering between them to watch his cock sliding on in. Of course, he had to ask while planting a peck on her cheek, “See something you like?”

“It uh, it's kind of hard not to—” Pomni began but stopped as he thrust in firmly, to which she cried out, “You’re such a jerk!”

And with a smirk he kept that pace, pounding into her with all of his might to keep digging in deeper while raising her legs by the ankles while pumping deep inside of her in the hopes that he’d reach that furthest point inside of her. It almost felt like he was kissing her womb by this point but even now he could slide in a little bit more before his balls finally managed to kiss her signaling that he was in all the way. Jax took a moment to really appreciate his work. He saw what looked like frustration in that pretty little expression, and watched as it broke down into a twisted smile as she moaned and sighed from him starting up again. Each thrust changed that, from surprise and shock to shivering pleasure again and again. It seemed that she wasn’t quite sure what she should land on. Anytime he slowed down, she seemed to shake a bit more, seemed to open her mouth as if she were about to tell him something but then he upped the pace and earned a few moans as a result.

At some point, he could feel her inner walls clamping around his dick, her legs straining against his hold. He even let go of her ankles just to watch her bring her knees up as she squealed. When she was finished, he grabbed her chin and leaned down to plant little pecks on her lips before muttering, “All done?”

Her eyes were swirling, her breaths coming out hard and heavy as she managed to huff, “Well, I mean, yeah but—”

Jax slammed his hands on the table and grunted as he began to pound into her, “Good, now it’s turn.”

The speed of his thrusts kept on picking up with each movement now, her hands grasping onto his chest as he used her insides like a toy. She cried out and surprisingly he heard her asking for more. Pomni actually began to move her hips, actually clutching his body to bring him closer. Maybe it was that sudden excitement pouring off of her that had him so close, that made the pressure inside of him feel so immense. With a grunt, he planted his body down to hers and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to cling tightly to her as he started to pump load after load inside of her.

If this was the real world then she’d get pregnant, no doubt about it. At the same time, he had no idea what the rules of this place were when it came to this. Maybe every heated load lancing out of his shaft would fatten her up in unexpected ways, or maybe he was just being stupid. Either way, he kept burying himself into her while he emptied his balls. Felt so much damn better than pumping one out himself. Her insides were warm and tight and seemed to tighten further the more he filled her, and her little sighs were a sort of song that belonged on stage.

A small smirk touched his expression as he finished, as he leaned back all the way to breathe out to the ceiling, “Da—, that was good.”

She started to say something, words slurred but it turned into a squeak as he pulled out nice and slow, a wet pop serving as the start to her shaky statement, “Yeah, it really was.”

He looked down to see that she was holding herself up as best as she could on her hands, her legs dangling off the edge of the table. Pomni’s cunt dripped with his sticky release and it almost seemed that she had rounded a bit around the abdomen as if he had really filled her that much. Still, he didn’t really feel like he was done. His shaft was still twitching as if getting ready for that refraction period to be over, and his heart was definitely still in it.

Jax took her hand gingerly and brought it up to his mouth to plant a kiss on it while she muttered, “H-hey, just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Thanking you for the good time. What else would I be doin’?” He said with a grin.

Her pale cheeks flushed with color again as she cleared her throat, “Well, I mean, the feeling’s mutual, so uh, should we head out to find everyone?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, I don’t feel like walking through a rainy city right now. Besides, we’re still not done with our show.”

Pomni blinked as he pulled her up onto her feet and began leading her to the stage, and as he got onto it with her hand still held she asked, “Our show? What are you talking about?”

Jax pulled her up onto the stage and brought her close, his shaft twitching against her crotch while his face was brought down low enough that their lips were nearly touching as he whispered, “One last go at something beautiful right here for the entire crowd to see.”

The jester pushed him, not enough to fully part but enough that he could feel the pressure against his chest as she gasped, “Don’t say it like that! T-that’s just way too embarrassing to think about! I mean, what if there really are some hidden characters watching us or something?”

“Then let them enjoy. I mean, not like there’s anything else going on, right? So why not give the whole world a show!” He said with a hand held out to the air, and one arm looped around her back to make sure she didn’t chicken out on him.

Again she pushed but this time he let her go just to grab her by the shoulder and turn her around so that she was facing the non-existent crowd. She locked up as he ran his fingers down her front to grab onto her breasts, digits pinching over each nipple while his mouth moved to plant kisses on her neck. Her frozen state began to melt with each kiss and touch, her legs shaking. She backed up against him, his shaft growing again from her little sounds and the feeling of her rear pushing against his member.

Quietly, he hummed by her ear, “Man, look at you. On stage underneath these big lights and I bet you can’t wait to show everyone what’s between those legs while I ram in there.”

“Shut up, Jax.” Pomni said through grit teeth.

“Yeah? Gonna make me?”

Before she could answer that, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up, leaning back to let his hands go down to her thighs where he held her against his body with her legs spread apart. With her legs spread and her cunt on display, Pomni brought her arms back around to clutch onto him tight while squeaking, “Jax! Give me a little warning before you do something like that!”

He brought her up enough that he could press and poke the head of his shaft back inside of her and with a hum he considered for a second before snickering, “Nah.”

And with that, he brought her down all the way on his dick causing her to cry out. Up and down he brought her body using her without reservations. He looked down at her, watching her stare at what was happening with a crooked smile and swirling eyes. It looked as though she had finally cracked from that penetration but even then she was holding onto him for dear life while trying to sputter out some sort of grievance. Jax decided to take it slow after a bit, easing her all the way up before letting her down all the way again, he repeated this, and surprisingly, she didn’t complain.

Her eyes were fluttering now, her toes curling inward while he took his time with stuffing her. The heat of her insides was something he’d be savoring for a while but really it was her voice that he was loving. And catching him off guard was that very voice whimpering, “Ah, don’t stop! Please keep going.”

“Hah, finally being honest? C’mon, tell me how much you love me if you want it so bad.” He said with a grin.

Pomni whined, “Shut up and just keep going!” And when he didn’t keep on going, she finally said it while trying her very best to ball up and failing at it, “Fine, I love you. Now would you please pound my lights ou—”

The last letter came out as a squeak as he started to pound into her again, as he looped his arms around her thighs and body to hold her up while slamming up into her. She cried out and held onto him as best as she could. For some reason, there was a wild excitement inside of him that had been building up. The teasing, the taunting, and the bullying were nothing compared to hearing her admit that for some reason. It had to be the alcohol but he had fucked her silly enough that he should have sobered. No, there was no excuse, was there? He was starting to like her. More than just a friend, more than just a little toy. He could feel himself growing possessive as he pounded into her, his grip on her body and thighs tightening further as he found himself dreading this little fact.

To care for her in this way would be to invite disaster to himself. If she abstracted, if she were ripped away from him, what would he do? For once he frowned and shut his eyes as he gnashed his teeth together and thrust in harder. Pomni was bouncing in his arms, bouncing on his dick but he still had those stupid intrusive thoughts trying to ruin his high, trying to ruin his calm. There would be no need to worry if he just kept on clinging on this tightly, no need to look away and fear that she would be gone the next if he kept on going. At the height of this fear and excitement mixing inside of him, he grunted loudly and found himself climaxing.

His shoulders slumped and his breaths came out as steam that mixed with hers as he filled her to the brim again. He noticed she turned her head a bit and he leaned down to catch her lips with his own. Mouth to mouth. Tongue sliding along tongue. He held her tight against his body but he wasn’t sure if that would ever be enough. His heart shuddered at the thought of losing her still but he’d blame it on the alcohol and the heat of the moment.

When he was finished, he kept the kiss going for a little longer before he pulled his lips away, and pulled out with a wet pop. While their gazes met, Pomni was the first to break the silence, “Can you uh, put me down?”

He blinked as if he had never considered doing that, before setting her down nice and gentle while humming, “Oh, yeah sure. Off y’go.”

Pomni got up while wobbling before smoothing out her hair, her back turned to him as she breathed out, “Well, I guess we should head out, right?”

Jax sighed, “What, no cuddles?”

She looked toward him and actually blew out a laugh before shaking her head, “Seriously? Never took you as the cuddle bunny type.”

He found his cheeks warming and reached over to give her cheek a pinch while snorting, “Yeah, yeah. Shut up and let’s get going.”

While she rubbed her cheek, he got down off the stage and turned around to offer her a hand. That little genuine smile on her face was still there as she leaned down to take his touch. He could let go while she was climbing down, he could let her trip and laugh at her misfortune but he was too tired for that. Instead, he helped her down and they retrieved their clothes. She ran off after getting her shoes on to the bar and he followed along slowly with a raised brow.

From around the bartop, she came holding a big bottle and she cracked it open before offering it to him, “Here, something to keep us warm and to uh, make Caine and everyone else freak out when we find them.”

He smiled and took the bottle by the neck before leaning in to plant a kiss on her forehead, “Now aren’t you clever?”

She rubbed at the spot where he kissed but she didn’t stop smiling as she fetched the umbrella so they could start walking out of the bar together and back into the night, “So uh, speaking of clever. How about we just kinda wander around until Caine and the rest get bored and find us? Make it a reverse chase.”

As the rain hit the umbrella above him, he looked down at her and placed an arm over her shoulders while humming, “Not a bad idea, little jester.”

And with that, they decided to get lost