The lights were electrifying as my crew and I walked in. Everyone stopped and turned to stare at us with incredulous eyes. We were used to it.
I turned to Rachel to see what she was wearing. We had all come in separate cars, but we were leaving in mine. You know, to stay undercover. Rachel, having all of her 5'7 form, was wearing tight pants with a circle belt and a low cut tight red shirt. Her sleek chestnut hair hung wavy, all the way down to her butt. She caught my eye.
“They weren’t hard, were they?” asked Rachel.
“Quite easy.” I replied.
Already a line of men was towering over us, asking to buy as drinks. Only one caught my eye. He was in the one corner that the light could not reach. He looked at me, and caught me staring. I pretended to blush and look away, but I could still see him in my peripheral vision. He didn’t pay me much attention. Strange. I was wearing a short black mini skirt and with black heels and a purple shirt that went all the way up to my chest, so why in hell wouldn't he be looking at me?
My crew walked towards what looked like an important table. I wasn’t sure. The lighting was addicting, and it somewhat blinded me. I would say one thing for a club like this, the music was well stocked. I turned towards Amanda.
“I am going to dance, anyone with me?” I asked loudly, hoping to catch a worthy man’s interest.
“I’ll come.” Amanda and Carly said at the same time.
My eyebrows raised automatically.
"Are you sure that you will be able to dance in that?" I asked Amanda teasingly.
"What? I've danced in skimpier things!" She laughed.
Well, that much was true. She'd danced with nothing but a bikini on before. I won't tell you what the bikini looked like, for it still scars me to this day. At least she was wearing a short, electric blue dress with white heels today.
That left Rachel and Emily to the table alone.
“You guys going to be alright?” I asked suspiciously.
“Yeah.” Rachel replied, a wicked gleam in her eye.
I laughed and followed Carly and Amanda to the middle of the dance floor. They played a song and we took off, the music pulsing around our bodies like it was made just for us. In a minute tops we were surrounded by most everyone, even the people who danced like my grandma. We intoxicated them.
Carly caught my eye and we laughed, really pushing our strategy. Her tight black and red dress was almost over her head because she was moving so fast. I soon felt Rachel and Emily next to me, Amanda, and Carly. Our bodies pushed up on everyone, including our crew. It was fun, watching the unsuspecting people be abused be our power.
No one really understood us the way we understood each other. The song ended, and I was thirsty.
“I’m going to get a drink. Be back.”
I danced my way off the floor, flouncing a little, since no one had really jumped on their chance. I sat down and ordered, getting a martini. Tonight was slow. I might actually have to try, and it scared me a little.
Waiting for my drink, I stared towards my friends. We were all so close, it felt like we were sisters. Well, I guess we were, in a way not a lot of others were…
The bartender gave me my drink with a wink, and I winked back, leaning forwards as to catch his interest. This was quite fun. He leaned forwards too, and we were only inches apart.
“Slow night?” I breathed.
“Not anymore.” He leaned forwards, and I pulled back. He fell onto the counter, and I got up. Typical man.
I flipped my short messy hair as I walked away, turning ever so slightly to see his face fill with regret. I went back to the table, and sat, waiting, when then man in the corner caught my eyes again. I motioned him forward, hoping he would detach himself from that desolate corner. He did.
Trying was absolutely tiring.
He sat with a grace that no mortal man should have. I was suspicious immediately. My eyebrows shot up with my legs.
“BROWNIE!” I screeched, propelling myself a good ten feet backwards. Thank the gods that mortals could not see through the mist that covered their eyes to anything in the supernatural world.
My crew ran to me, and we formed a circle, clasping hands. Out of the corner of my eye I could see four other men joining the brownie. So he had friends. Interesting.
We chanted our words and in whirl of multicolor smoke, we transformed into our pixie forms. Our wings carried different assortments of deep and brilliant colors and sizes. Amanda's wings owned the most brilliant color of blue, Carly's wings had the most intricate shape, Rachel's were the biggest, Emily's was the one with the most sparkles, and mine were, well, the darkest, with the most shades of purple and black.All of our eyes matched the brighteset color in our wings, except for Emily, whose eyes were a bright orange color.
We lurched forwards at an unsettling pace, every innocent mortal here was in danger, and we didn’t need any deaths because of five brownies. My wings unfolded as I leaped up into the air and went for one of the brownies. I focused my energy to my fingertips, and focused my mind to be angry. I could feel time slowing around me as black power shot from my fingertips at the same time the girls' green vines, blinding white sparkles, jets of swirling water, and sinister red power did. It combined in mid air, and hit the brownies at the same time.
They exploded into dust, and landed on the ground at the same time that we did. Our wings went dissapeared into our backs, and our clothes changed themselves. We walked out the door, leaving the mortals, standing completely still, in an awestruck presence. We climbed in my black Ferrari, I guned the gas, and we never looked back. That was another club that we were probably banned from!
As it is, it’s dangling. It’s good for us to know what she looks like – we want to know – but the trick is to tell us without our knowing that you’re telling us. That is, you need to wrap it up, give a reason for telling us, other than telling us. 
I love it. Not something you see everyday. And the mist clouding the eyes of the mortals… nice touch. Definitely explains a few things and makes them flow through easier. 
