Jason raised an eyebrow at the place. "That place? Hippies from my school go there."

As they approached the bouncer, the person that guarded the front doors to Blue Chaos. Dark, muscular, and massive, he checked the ID of the couple in front of them. Cold black eyes raked Jason and Ash up and down. "I don't think so," the bouncer said, flexing a muscle in his arm. Grim spoke up, his voice low and soothing. "You aren't looking at me right," he purred, though the bouncer didn't glance at him at all. "I am actually much older than I look."
"Yeah?" He didn't seem convinced, but at least he wasn't throwing them out by the scruffs of their necks. "Let's see some ID, then."
"Of course." Grim nudged Jason a Blockbuster card and pricked his arm with his claws

Jason winced from the prick but took the Blockbuster card and showed it,tho inside confused on why they where here.

He snatched it, peering at it suspiciously. The bouncer handed the card back with a grudging look. "Yeah, fine. Go on, then." He waved a huge hand at them.
Inside was chaos. Dry ice smoke writhed along the floor, kind of like the mist that was in the wyldwood. Colored lights turned the dance floor into an electric fantasyland of pink, blue, and gold. Music was so loud the vibrations from the base could be felt.
Dancers were dancing, some alone and others in pairs. Among them, writhing and twisting in near frenzies, feeding off the outpouring of glamour, danced the fey.
Grim trotted towards the back of the club, his tail looking like a fuzzy periscope navigating the ocean of mist. Near the bar, a small door with the words 'Staff Only' stood near the back of the club.

Jason felt the base and rubbed his head,it made his horns hurt that where now hidden under his brown hair with green dyed tips. He followed Grim,he didn't want to be close to Ash at the moment. He knew it was his own fault for having feelings for the other boy and then letting them stay long enough to let himself feel hurt,but still...

Before any of them got too close, the bartender rose up from behind the counter and narrowed his eyes. "You don't wanna do that, loves," he warned. His dark hair was pulled back in a tail, and horns curled up from his brow. He moved to the edge of the bar, and the sound of hooves could be heard clopping over wood.
Grim leaped up onto a barstool and put his front paws on the counter. A human on the stool next to him sipped his drink like nothing was happening. "We're looking for Shard," Grim said as the bartender shot him an irritated look.
"Shard is busy." He didn't meet Grim's eyes as he said it, and started to wipe down the bar.

Jason wasn't sure why he was looking for who he had said was Shard,but he growled at the bartender anyway. His freckle scales turned dark red and his now brown eyes turned pure angry gold. "Your wandering of vision is telling otherwise." He used his dragon tone softly as he bared his fangs.

The satyr looked up. His eyes were slit dangerously. "I said, she's busy. Now, why don't you beat it before I get the redcaps to stuff you into a bottle?"
"David, that's no way to treat customers," a cool voice breathed from behind them. "Especially if one is an old friend."
"Hello, Grimalkin," the woman said, sounding resigned. "It's been a while, hasn't it? What brings you to my humble club? And with a dragon with you?" Her eyes, scintillating blue and green, looked Jason over.
"We need into Tir Na Nog," Grimalkin said without hesitation. "Tonight, if you can."
"So. Passage into Winter's territory. You want to use my trod, is that correct?"
"It is not your trod," Grim said.
"But it is under my dance club," Shard replied. "And the Winter Queen won't be pleased if I let a dragon into her territory unannounced. Don't look at me like them, Grim. I'm not stupid. I know a dragon when I see one. What do I get out of this?"

Jason fluffed his hair to hide his horns again and his freckles turned transparent again as his eyes went brown again. "I'm not just dragon...I'm half." He muttered.

"A favor repaid." Grimalkin narrowed her eyes at her. "Your debt to me canceled."
"That's fine for you," Shard said, and turned her leer on Jason, "but what about this one? What can he offer? Hmm..." Shard said, studying Jason. "What do I want of you? It must be awfully important for you to get into Mab's territory. What would that be worth?" She thought for a long while. "How about...your name?"

(*Screams at Jason* DON'T GIVE YOUR NAME AWAY TO ANYONE)