It was loud. The whole place was invaded by a cacophany of violent beats that drummed with people's beating hearts. Strobe lights brought chaos of colors into the dark space, and the air was warm and heated with passion and lust for thrill. It wasn't easy for anyone to enter the famous territory of Club Andromeda. It was the most popular underground club that had allured the most prestige and the most untouchable. Only the bad and the wealthy had access to the thrills the club had to offer. Although, not everyone had heard of Club Andromeda. A place with such reputation to hold, motivated its owners and clients to keep its fun away from the general public of Canterlot City. The best of thrills must be kept a secret, after all. And it was for them to keep.

The infinite choices of beverage that bankrupted the wealthy for its value and appeal, the music that would bring out the animals out of the crowd thanks to musical genius of the DJs, and then there were the people. Wealthy, mad, and natural born entertainers. Club Andromeda was the territory of the insane and rich.

And unless one knew the art of bribery, Club Andromeda kept the unfitting out of its premises.

Sunset Shimmer, the former mistress of scheming and bribery of Canterlot High, still had the skills to slip her way into such an exclusive territory. In a year's time, the place became somewhat of a sanctuary for her, in a guilty pleasure kind of way. She was the she-demon, the rebel and the bully. Even after her redemption five years ago, she still carried that wild nature with her up to the present. Maybe why she missed letting the animal inside her off the chain. And Club Andromeda was the perfect place for her.

Club Andromeda was also perfect for business affairs to take place, as many rich businessmen conduct businesses both of legal and illegal nature. Sunset found it ironic for her to consider such a place a comfort when there could be criminals roaming around the area, masked or unmasked.

A daredevil's act, it was. To even sit unbothered by the unnerving possibility of bumping into a person who's capable of committing such heinous crimes, with Club Andromeda as its witness. The combination made everything deadly for her. She then remembered the horrible thing she did to that man two days ago. The memory became nothing but a haze of distant regret and guilt. Almost too distant for her to even worry about it. Sunset forgot to care. She was too intoxicated to care.

"One down." Sunset said, placing the empty bottle of beer on the counter.

Sunset still had the will to stand up on her own. And it had barely been an hour since she arrived. She was barely getting started.

Flamepuff crept on her shoulder, eyeing the bottles lined in front of them just across the counter. The colors made both of their eyes glow in excitement. "Take the gin, that whiskey, that tequila, that whiskey number two, and five bottles of vodka."

Sunset hummed as she grabbed the pack of cigarettes from her jacket. She snatched one and put it between her lips. "Slow down, dipshit. We have all night to destroy what's left of my liver." She muttered, lighting up the tip and inhaled the minty air.

Flamepuff's grin widened at the sight of her. He leaned in to her cheek and whispered, "Nice job on sweet-talking the bouncer, by the way."

"I've been here for a few times. That one was new so I had to shove a couple of grand into his pants."

"Glad you made use of that guy's money we just screwed two days ago. Instead of just sitting on your butt in that smelly apartment of yours. You are a winner, Sunset! You earned this. Now, let's get you wasted tonight and wreck some asses." Flamepuff squealed.

Sunset rolled her eyes. She ordered five shots of vodka and start gulping them down one by one. Groaning at the headaches each drink gave her. She lousily handed the money to the bartender as she pressed her hand into her face, scrunching in agony. Everything was almost too comfortable at the moment. The pain, the loud noises, the heat, it's as if something had enchanted her into finding pleasure in her current situation.

Then, she found herself not caring again. And just shoved reality away as she embraced the haze of bliss and intoxication. Sunset's better judgement was still lingering at the depths of her mind at a good distance. But the rest of her senses was completely shrouded by the strong urge to do something crazy and stupid.

"Come on, Sunset! Step up your game!" Flamepuff said, sitting in front of her on top of the counter.

Sunset looked at him with squinted eyes. "The hell... I can't take it anymore..."

"We'll get you a stronger one." Flamepuff announced with a wagging tail before looking at the beverages behind him. "Let's see, what other stuff here's gonna... let's pick some of the good ones here. Oh! The Sunset Rum!"

Sunset's head swirled and her vision smudged into a million colors. She dropped her head on the countertop while desperately trying to ease the pain through smoking.

"Wait... let me... just..."

"Yo, bartender! Gimme some of that Sunset Rum, will ya? I'll take one bottle."

Sunset bolted up when she heard her own voice. She looked down on Flamepuff with desperate unfocused eyes. He grinned at her with fake innocence, then stuck a tongue out.

"Wai–wait! Hold up!" Sunset stammered. Her hand still pressing against her temple.

The bartender looked at her impatiently, already holding the bottle of rum in his hand.

"Ah, screw it. Pour me some, please." She gave in. She slumped down on the stool and inhaled a large amount of the minty air from her cigarrette.

As the bartender slid a tall glass towards Sunset and poured the rum. She handed her pay and stared at the filled to the tip glass of alcohol that was probably going to end her life on the spot.

"Oh sweet Celestia..." She breathed.

"Heighten your tolerance, geez." Flamepuff said. "If we're gonna destroy some sorry booties tonight, you need to have all that juice in your body."

Sunset looked at him with a mixture of utter confusion and annoyance. She looked pitiful, he thought.

"Juice?" Sunset managed to mumble. "Wait, why are you glowing?"

Flamepuff looked at her with mischief. "Need I remind you? I am the thrill. I am the party, baby!" He said as he danced around the countertop.

Sunset's arm reached for the glass, her bones and muscles moving on it's own accord. A strange feeling spread across her muscles as she struggled to gain control over it. She could feel heat generating from her flesh, yet it was surprisingly bearable.

"I.. can't... I won't be walking after... my body won't take this..." Sunset grunted between her teeth.

"I'm... I'm too weak... ugh... I can't..."

"Yes, you can!" Flamepuff cheered darkly, extending his bared teeth into a wide twisted grin that consumed his entire face. "Trust me, Sunset Shimmer. Never doubt a demon's potential, as you are capable of every evil and every wrong more than you can ever imagine. Now, bottoms up!"

The bones in Sunset's hand violently moved under her skin, reaching for the glass of rum. As soon as she touched it, the rum began to change color and emit an unnatural reddish glow. Her elbows moved and raised the glass shakingly towards her face, harshly plunging it into her mouth. The drink went down to her throat, not one ounce wasted. Once she was done, she slammed the glass firmly onto the countertop. She steadied herself on the stool as she desperately tried to make sense of what was beginning to happen to her. Her tired unfocused eyes shot wide open. Her pupils dilated. The muscles in her entire body tensed uncontrollably. She was filled with a thousand different emotions all at once. All she could hear was Flamepuff's laughter echoing loudly as it completely erased the background noise. Her headache was almost unbearable to even begin with.

But then it stopped. And she came back to the world with all her senses. Only, she was accompainied by the strong punch from all the alcohol she consumed. Everything felt light and dreamy for her, but her senses were heighten.

Flamepuff giggled and hopped onto her shoulder. "Let's dance."

Right behind her was Club Andromeda's prized possession; the club's dance floor twice the size of an ampitheater, packed with hundreds of people being animals under the power of music. A DJ named King Chaser has fixed the stage. He was the main event of the evening and as Club Andromeda's tradition followed, the surroundings changed in a blink of an eye, switching from natural lighting into glowing neons that made everything looked like a wild dream. Everyone turned into colorful monsters with the neon they were wearing under the strobe lights.

Sunset could see the DJ on the elevated stage. Dressed in a baggy jacket that glowed bright purple and bright green under the ultraviolet lights. His eyes were covered with a stylish pair of glasses and his spiked up hair was glowing white as she rest of his skin vanished in the darkness.

"This is dedicated to the beautiful people that are joining us here in this crazy setup. Ladies and gentlemen of Club Andromeda, this is the ecstacy of the night." He announced into the mike, his voice calm and soothing. Club Andromeda was then met with a loud and electrifying music that had everyone on the dance floor jump and grind like animals.

Sunset wasn't a stranger to the kind of chaos. She got off her stool and decided to join in. With her heighten senses, she made her way into the dancing crowd. The sensation was too overwhelming. She could almost hear every voice, every beating hearts, and every drop of the bass. Her vision was bombarded with colors, dancing and flickering in every direction she faced. And the smell... she could smell certain scents in the air that ignited a fiery excitement within her.

Sunset wasn't a stranger to the kind of chaos but at that moment, it felt like her first time. Both aware and void of all worries, a smirk crept into her face, she closed her eyes and leaned her head backwards, facing the ceiling, and inhaled the delightful dissaray of the night.

She danced with the crowd, she jumped on every beat, and even bumped on one stranger to another. With the cigarette in her mouth, a small cloud formed around her, making her blind of her surroundings. But again, she didn't have the heart to care about anything else at the moment. Sunset felt a body press against her. She stopped momentarily to see the person in front of her. It was a girl estimated to be just around her age, dressed in a revealing garment that showcased the frame of her body. She was bopping on her feet, unaware of Sunset's presence.

Sunset felt Flamepuff's claws dig into her leather jacket. She flinched and he purred into her ear. His eyes glowed in the dark while the rest of his body blended into the shadowy place. Both he and Sunset stared at the girl. Flamepuff steadied the cigarette between Sunset's lips with his tail before it could even fall to the ground.

"You know, I could let you stand here all night drooling over her, but I suggest you take her now."

Sunset blinked.

"Hello! Earth to Sunset, the renowned cassanova. Unleash your inner player now." Flamepuff planted a quick kiss on Sunset's cheek before vanishing.

There were moments when Sunset wanted solitude. Moments when it was only her, her cigarettes and a box of beer. And then there were moments when she just wants to take a girl with no real options and bring her home with her until the morning comes. This was one of those moments. And it wasn't long until the girl finally noticed her and caught her intense fiery gaze.

The girl stopped her dancing and smiled at Sunset who was still staring into her. "Hi there."

Sunset only narrowed her gaze, blowing off clouds of smoke in front of her.

The girl released a soft chuckle and looked down on the ground quite flustered. But she eventually mustered up the confidence to face the taller girl dressed in leather standing right before her, full of swagger just by the way she stood. Sunset smirked, and the girl was fixed in her gaze.

With Sunset still remaining in her place, the girl walked closer to her, walking past the walls of cloud unbothered. Sunset's gaze was almost too magnetizing, that the girl couldn't help but stare right back at her with a strong urge to plant a kiss. Sunset could tell that she was intoxicated just as much as she was.

Sunset looked into the girl's eyes, who was now looking at her mouth. She stared as the other girl gently pulled the cigarette away from her lips. Sunset didn't even flinched, and the girl then dropped the cigarette to the ground. Sunset couldn't help but let her eyes feast on the image before her. The girl had a blooming pink skin and her hair resembled that of a lavander curtain that cascaded down to her shoulders. Her eyes were a familiar shade of dark purple that made Sunset internally curse and almost want to back away.

But Sunset stood her ground and blocked everything that could potentially distract her at the moment. The place turned into dark hues of pink and blue. The music soften but the energy could still be felt all around. Sunset watched as the other girl moved closer to her. The girl smiled and started dancing slowly, her body making their way into Sunset's personal space. With an amused smile, Sunset danced with her. Their bodies moving closer to each other. Sunset noticed how the girl would make it look like an accident whenever she would press her body against to her, and she could feel her curves underneath that bodacious dress. The girl's hands crept their way slowly around Sunset's shoulders, with a smile mixed of curiosity and boldness that eventually made Sunset lick her lips while she slowly crept her own hands around the girl's curvy waist.

Sunset leaned in to the other girl's ear and she felt her shudder as she blew a wind. "I don't know your name, but let it stay that way." She whispered in a raspy voice. She nipped into the girl's ear that made her wince. Sunset chuckled, satisfied at the reaction.

The girl leaned back to look at Sunset again. This time, her eyes were suggestive. She wanted Sunset. And Sunset wouldn't mind.

She anticipated the touch of their lips as the music slowly approach its climax. Yet, something didn't feel pleasant. Sunset stopped the other girl with a finger on her lips. She looked past the girl, and through the pink and purple shadows, she could see a man. Tall and probably weighed three times more than her. His blue hair was a fiery blaze stained with orange highlights. And he was charging towards Sunset's direction, big and angry.

"Get away from my girlfriend!" He yelled, his aqua blue eyes glowing with fury.

It would be a smart idea for Sunset to just get away from there immediately. But her drive for trouble told her to hold her ground and show a sense of pride and reserve.

The man yanked his alleged girlfriend away from Sunset and snarled at her. "What the hell, babe?!" He said with utter disappointment. "You can't just run away from me like that and start hitting on a fucking dyke!"

Sunset clenched her jaw and fake laughed as she watched the situation unfold before her. Another man came and stood beside the taller one. He was thin but muscular, and his orange hair was sleeked back to his nape. He looked at Sunset with great disgust, and she stared back with amusement.

"I'm not talking to you right now, Blaster!" His girlfriend spat and pushed him by the chest. "I'm trying to get away from you. "She looked at his smaller partner with furrowed brows. "You and your annoying sidekick."

"Nice to see you too." The orange haired one replied in a disinterested tone.

"Piss off, Zoomer." She shoved him away. "Why do you have to follow this dork around like a dog?"

Cobalt Blaster fumed as he shot his girlfriend a wrathful look. "That's it. You're drunk." He said. He grabbed her forcefully by the wrist. "And I am taking you home to your house whether you like it or not."

"No! Let me go, you creep!" The girl yelled as she fought to escape from her boyfriend's grip. "I hate you! Let me go!"

Cobalt pressed on and tried dragging her across the dance floor. "I am not stopping until I get your drunk ass home."

"I'd rather be with Miss Cyan Eyes and dance with her all night than be with you, you overgrown soccer ball!"

Sunset recieved a piercing sharp look from the blue haired man, his nostrils flaring in jealous anger. He stopped at his tracks, his hand still firmly gripping onto his girlfriend's hand.

Sunset playfully raised her hands in the air. "Hey, don't look at me. Not my fault your girl wants me instead of you."

Both Cobalt and Zoomer had their eyes widen, with Cobalt's being filled with intense hatred. "Bitch, you've got some nerves to say to me that you are better than I am. I'd say you just shut your mouth and stay out of my way."

"Hey, leave her alone!"

"And you shut up!" Cobalt snapped at his girlfriend, who then gave him an irritated look. "I'm sick of playing this game. We're getting you home and that's final."

"No, Cobalt! I hate you!"

"Your daddy already told me to get you and your drunk ass home so quit being a brat!" Cobalt grabbed his phone from his pocket and tossed it to Zoomer. "Here, call someone. We need another car."

"Sir, yes sir." Zoomer said nonchalantly and followed suit as they began walking away.

Sunset merely crossed her arm as they vanished into the crowd. She ran her tongue against the insides of her cheek, feeling quite defeated and embarrassed. She lost an opportunity to spend the night with someone, and all she could do was take another stick from her jacket and smoke to her heart's content. Alone on the dance floor with the crowd jumping along the loud beats.

"Okay. That was disappointing." Flamepuff's voice rang into Sunset's ears. "Are you just gonna stand there?"

Flamepuff crept on her head, his tail gracefully carressing against her blushing cheek.

"What am I supposed to do? Besides, there's still plenty of girls to go around." Sunset's optimism felt flat.

"You let him disrespect you. I would have eaten his spine."

"Respect has already left my vocabulary a long time ago. The absence of it doesn't bother me." Sunset retorted.

"You're not having fun, Sunset." Flamepuff said in a dark tone. "You could have just grabbed the bottle of rum from the countertop and bashed it against his skull but noooo. You let him step on your ego and now you're left alone with no one to makeout with. Too much for getting laid."

Sunset laughed bitterly, a puff of smoke escaping her mouth. "This is Club Andromeda. Fun music, great drinks, not to mention attractive women but the people here in general are nasty as hell. You wouldn't know who you're dealing with. You really think I'm dumb enough to stir up some trouble inside this club?"

Flamepuff hovered down to her face. He stared into her eyes filled with lust for chaos, then his claws dug into the sides of her face. "I'm thinking you're less dumb if you stir up some trouble outside the club."

"Well, no shit."

Cobalt shut the door of the backseat, the girl completely unconscious from her own intoxication. He huffed and leaned towards the driver seat's door, a look of exasperation prominent on his face.

"Make sure she gets home safely" He told the driver.

"And you?"

"My superior is breathing down my fucking neck for the past two days. You know the drill." Cobalt said.

"We all know the drill. You're not taking anyone with you?"

Cobalt looked over his shoulder. "I'm taking Zoomer. So I'm good."

The driver didn't push further. He nodded in understanding and drove into the pavement, leaving Cobalt and Zoomer outside Club Andromeda's exit. Founded at the edge of Canterlot City, the club was located underground with its entrance disguised as a vintage motel and an abandoned gas station in a spacious lot. It was dark, and the only source of light that was available was from the motel's retro style signage that read "Shacks".

Zoomer looked over at his companion, still standing at the driveway and staring into space with focused eyes.

"Where to go, Cobalt?" He began, his tone both cautious and casual.

Cobalt sticked his hand out towards Zoomer's direction "Just... let me breathe for a minute."

Zoomer fell silent. Things have been... desperate and unforgiving for them. Because of an inconvenience that had occurred two days ago, they have been roaming Canterlot City without end. Turning every place, every settlement upside down, and beating answers out of those who didn't seem fit to comply. The situation would not let them rest. It was their top priority.

"We'll go for Hollow Shades tonight." Cobalt finally answered. He snatched his keys from his pocket and tossed it towards Zoomer.

"Copy."

Across the vintage motel was a large lumber warehouse. There, behind the establishment, located the secret parking area for Club Andromeda's wealthy spectators. Stylish sports cars of different colors and sizes lined up in the trimmed field. The area was dark, and both Cobalt and Zoomer flashed their phones to provide a light for their path. Their ride was a jeep and it was parked at the right side of the field. As both of them approached the car, something caught their eyes as their phones' lights flashed into something familiar.

"No fucking way." Cobalt breathed, a look shock and relief on his face.

Zoomer had the same reaction. "It's here?"

Cobalt jogged towards the left side of the field and came across a vintage car. He flashed his phone to see its entirety admist the darkness. It was dusty, worn out but still sleek as ever. He checked the plate number and confirmed.

It was the cadillac that had went missing for two days. Now parked in the most convenient location imaginable. What a small world.

"I can only wonder who could be the lucky bastard that stole it." Zoomer said as he examined the car.

Cobalt mused. "That lucky bastard's got some elephant-sized balls for parking a stolen car on our territory, assuming they know who this belongs to."

"Can't believe they're grooving in the club right as we speak."

"No shit. Boss would ought to castrate them for good." Cobalt moved towards the trunk. "Now let's pop this thing open."

"You're gonna break into it?" Zoomer asked, concern prominent in his voice.

"As you can see right now, Zoomer, I don't have the fucking keys with me. And besides, it's not the car that we are after so don't worry."

Zoomer quickly walked towards the jeep then went back to the cadillac with a crowbar in hand. He handed it to his impatient companion and let him do the work while he provided a light with the flash from his phone. Cobalt plunged the sharp end of the crowbar on the closed lid of the trunk and heaved downwards with all his might to get it opened. It required a lot of his effort but he eventually succeeded. The trunk's lid was dented hard and popped. Revealing its spacious compartment.

It was empty.

Cobalt's shoulders dropped. "Motherfu–"

"Lost something?"

Both the men looked towards the back exit of the warehouse just past a few cars. Zoomer flashed his light towards its direction, erradicating the darkness that had hid Sunset from the shadows. She stood there, hands on her jacket's pockets, with a smug look on her face. Her cyan eyes bloodshot from the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed.

"You again? What the hell are you doing here?" Cobalt shot, an irritated sound in his voice.

"Nothing. Just checking out on some." Sunset jumped on one of the cars in front of her and walked on top as she loomed over the men who followed her direction with their light. "Beautiful car, isn't it? It's one of those models that rocked the old days. Sleek and sexy." She crouched then made a silly yet sinister grin, her tongue running along her teeth. "Where's your girl, blue boy?"

"Will you fuck off?!" Cobalt barked "I'm not letting my girlfriend anywhere near you."

Sunset snickered. "What? Did it hurt you that she was so into me more than you?"

Cobalt glared at her. "Bitch, the fuck do you want, huh?"

"Cool it down, Cobalt. She's drunk." Zoomer said.

"Pffft. No shit Sherlock." Sunset exaggeratedly blew her hair away from her face.

"Seriously, woman. Are you following us?" Cobalt pointed his crowbar at Sunset with a strong hint of accusation.

"If that means trying to get to my ride while you two just happen to be breaking into its trunk, I could be."

The two men blinked.

"Your ride?" Cobalt asked, dumbfounded.

"Her ride?"

"Hold up, your ride? You shitting me?"

"Wait a minute." Zoomer looked back at Sunset with suspicion. Then his face lit up with a hint of sudden realization. "It was her! I recognize her from the photo!"

Sunset made a nervous chuckle. "Oh shit."

"It was her?!" Cobalt repeated. "Son of a bitch!" He violently shut the trunk close. He yelled in frustration as he started brandishing his crowbar and looked at Sunset murderously. He and Zoomer began walking towards her position.

Sunset hopped off from the car and landed on the grass. She jogged on the ground all while trying to evade the two furious men now determined to catch her and maybe break her neck.

"You got us into deep trouble for what you did, you bitch!" Cobalt snarled swinging the crowbar and readying himself to strike. "Tell us where the money is!"

Zoomer separated himself from Cobalt so he could try to corner Sunset from the opposite direction. He saw a rusty metal pipe laying on the ground and hoisted it up with his feet, grasping it in mid air. He crept into the shadows and waited for Cobalt's queue. While Cobalt kept his eyes pinned towards Sunset.

"Oooh, so you're friends with that creep I fucked up two days ago. Should've known. You have a lot in common, though. You both sucked at handling girls." Sunset laughed. Cobalt was throwing daggers with his eyes yet Sunset didn't even flinch. "Awww, what's the matter, blue boy? Are you jealous?"

"Tell us where the money is or else!"

Cobalt aimed his crowbar at Sunset who was at least ten feet away. Dancing on her feet as a form of mockery that was rewarded by the man's infuriated expression. She was having too much fun. And she wasn't going to stop. The demon on her shoulder was dancing with joy and laughed into the night.

"If I told you, would you let me borrow your girl for one night? I assure you I'll give her a good time."

Cobalt was pissed and almost gagged at the statment. "Oh, fuck you!"

"No thanks. I'll fuck your girl instead."

"ZOOMER! GET HER!" Cobalt belted out and Zoomer jumped out from the shadows, chasing Sunset into the dark warehouse. Cobalt followed behind. They had one mission and it was already long overdue, but he was determined to end it. He would catch this girl and make her talk. Beat the answers out of her even. It would be a much more satisfying alternative, not only because she beat the mob boss' son to the edge of his life and steal both his car and the money, but she dared to disrespect him and make sexual comments about his girlfriend.

But then, Sunset Shimmer was too intoxicated to care. Her system was filled with the desire for trouble. Flamepuff made sure of it.

Author's Notes:

Heads up. A lot of original characters are coming to wreck some butts.

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