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Krave was a warehouse in an industrial area, seemingly innocuous except for the parking lot full of cars in the middle of a Saturday night.

And the bass you could hear thumping through the walls as you approached the building. Also that.

( A bunch of Nephilim and a totally normal human go to a nightclub! What could go wrong? )

(For that totally-a-human-she-swears. NFB due to distance. Part of this post adapted from book one of my dumb Nephilim books, Galen.)

Gray shuffled downstairs, intent on conning Raiden into making him waffles--he could feel him still in the kitchen, along with a weird number of their brothers for this late in the morning--and stopped dead in the entrance to said kitchen.

Castor snatched a set of gold-toned measuring spoons out of Raiden's hand and said, "I should--we should keep these." He slipped them into his pocket, and Bellamy rolled his eyes and took them back out.

"They're not made out of real gold, Cas."

"I know that! We'll just need measuring spoons!"

( Uh, guys... )

((Establishy! NFB/NFI due to distance.))