A/N: Welcome dear readers to another KiMa story! I have the majority of this done and it's looking to be around 8 chapters (Specifically done for Kid 3). This was inspired by some crazy things I've seen happen in clubs…such scary places. None of the characters are mine, only the weird plot. I should be able to update often but, as always, reviews encourage me to hurry. I also have a poll on my page that I would appreciate if people could go vote on…I can't decide if I want Black*Star or Soul to be Gaston and he appears in the first chapter (Meaning I can't post it until you vote it! Hehe).

Warning: They will be getting their drink on in future chapters so if you don't like that kind of thing, don't read! You've been warned…

Maka's POV:

The world after the Kishin is a very different place. We spent months working towards rebuilding the city. Who would have guessed that a town could be so demolished after growing legs, uprooting itself, and stomping straight into the heat of battle. I only joke, although the state of Death City is nothing to mock.

You would think that the girl who defeated Asura with only my fists would be exempt from clean-up duty. However, this is hardly the case. DWMA students have spent countless days, cleaning and building, until finally Lord Death gave us two giant thumbs up in approval.

"Hey there, Hi there, Ho there! Fantastic work you guys! Since you did such an amazing job, I'm going to give the whole school a week off from classes and missions to relax! Have fun and be safe!"

The next few days were spent walking the streets. That sounds so much worse that I meant. I meant that the group and I walked through the entire town, taking in the differences since the rebuild.

We made our way over to downtown Death City on what we thought was just a normal sunny Thursday afternoon. It was then that we noticed it: a dark, dank building with a neon sign hanging directly above the door.

Outside POV:

"Coliseum?" Tsubaki asked quietly. "What do you think that could be?"

Maka assessed their surroundings, noticing the building the one in question sprouted off of. "It's attached to the Hog's Head so it could just be another bar…"

Realization and excitement spread across Liz and Patty's faces.

"Big sis, do you think it could be one?" Maka smiled proudly, thinking she had solved the small mystery.

"Yep, this is definitely a club!" Shock spread across the young girl's face as the words escaped the older girls lips.

"They must have built it while we were cleaning up the city." Kid added mater-of-factly. "But still, How did we not hear anything about it?"

"Yahoo! I love clubs! Let's go!" Black*Star started walking towards the door before he was stopped, the back of his shirt grabbed by the taller Thompson sister.

"Idiot! No one goes clubbing on a Thursday afternoon!" She signed, letting him go as he quickly rearranged his now crumpled shirt. "Friday nights, however….totally different story!" A wicked grin crept across her face.

"You can count me out." Soul stated with a bored eye roll.

"What? But I need you there! You're my wingman!" Black*Star shouted, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Soul sighed before he spoke again. "First of all, I've never been you 'Wingman' before so why would I start now? And secondly, clubs are way uncool. The music is too loud and the people are weird. There's no point."

The tears he had built up finally spilled, hurt evident all through his features. "Fine then, I guess it's just going to be the 5 of us 'uncool' people."

Patty, who looked even more confused than normal, spoke to the pointy haired boy. "5? But there's 6 of us…remember? Kid has two weapons…" Black*Star rolled his eyes dramatically.

"I know that! You forgot that one of the 6 is Maka. She's way too much of a prude to go to a club."

The thick dictionary connected with his head and he fell backwards until he collided with the pavement.

"I am not a prude and I am going." Everyone stared at the small blonde before them, all mouths hanging open in shock and surprise. Would she really go to such a place? As if to prove her point, she turned to the two sisters and smiled.

"Do you have anything I can borrow to wear or do we need to go shopping? I don't think anything I have will be club appropriate." Liz's mouth continued to hand open for a few minutes before her lips would allow her to form words.

"N-No, I should have something you can wear."

"Perfect!" she smiled, turning to her best friend, "Tsubaki, do you have anything to wear?" Her eyes hit the ground as she shook her head.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure Patty and I have something that will work perfectly." She smiled at the girl when she finally lifted her head back up to meet her eyes. "We can go back to our place now to check; that way if we have time to shop tomorrow if we can't find anything."

The girls nodded in agreement as they started walking in the direction of Kid's mansion, the still shocked boys trailing behind.

Maka's POV

There was only one word to describe how I was feeling as I looked through Liz's closet: Jealous.

Her closet was larger than my entire room and was stuffed to maximum capacity with clothes and shoes. She was so excited to be going to a club again that she decided to dress Tsubaki and I. We looked through the walls of clothes as she searched for the "perfect outfits".

Liz let out a giant sigh of relief as she pulled the final piece and placed it on the bed. She then distributed the pile, laying out our attire for the next night. A blush crawled to my cheeks as I saw the dress she had laid out for me.

How cliché! I thought as I viewed the small black cocktail dress. I was ushered into the bathroom and ordered to change. I slipped into the stretchy material as nerves filled me.

What am I doing? I took a deep breath to steady myself. I'm being brave! I'm proving to the gang that I can be as normal as them.

Without even glancing in the mirror, I opened the door. Gasps surfaced from the friends before me and I finally glanced at myself. Seeing the girl before me mad me lose my ability to speak.

The banded dress seemed to fit my body perfectly. It was a tube dress that finally showed off my now-developed body. After years of mockery, I had tried hard to hide my growing parts from the boys. If I got picked on that bad before for having nothing, how bad would it be when they saw how different I now was? It was just easier to keep them in the dark.

My long legs were on display; the dress just barely covering the necessary parts. The bright pink flats (Liz advised us to avoid heels on our first night, saying that our legs would already be hurting the next day and heels would only make it worse) assigned to me were the perfect pop of color needed to add an extra element to the outfit.

I would have never been caught dead in something so revealing, but I had already decided to go all out for this night. There was no going back, especially when I looked so great and felt so amazing.

The remainder of the night was spent discussing our expectations of the new club. Tsubaki and I had never been to one before and were both a little excited to see if it was as intense as the girls made it out to be. We planned what our hair and makeup would look like, what we would eat, and what the boys could be wearing.

In theory, it should have been a pretty fun and exciting night…what happened could have never been predicted.

A/N: How was it? Like it, Love it, Hate it? Review and let me know! If you review I'll return the favor and review one of the stories you've written =) (Or if you haven't written any then I'll reply!) I hope my fellow Potterheads appreciate the little add-in! Don't forget to vote in the poll! Until next time!