Here toi go Alex and GlitterPuff. The one-shot with a million ocs. I also didn't really know what to do so no one get mad at me.



The ground shook to the beat, musique pounding loudly though the walls. Her usual scowl in place, she sat cross-legged in a corner. She caught glimpses of Rene and Erin and Alex through the crowd. Her eyes scanned past them to the bar where Twan and Mafia sat at the bar. She saw Fang leaning against a wall, Devin at his side. Silver walked around a bit, Bloodmist at her side, head covered and concealed par a dark hood. Scott sat at a table, Cat and Mel with him. She guessed Jamie and Ciel were making out in a corner, trying to play the part while being alone. Amora had set up outside with her easel and paints, Nye at her side as a precaution, ou so they claimed.
“What are toi doing here?”
She bit back a groan and looked up at the black haired boy. With a quick scan of the crowd, he saw that his own crew and Declan had set up there own stakeout.
“Same as toi I imagine. Now go away.”
“You could at least pretend to be nice, seeing as we're not supposed to know each other in this sort of situation.”
She softened her eyes and forced a smaile at him.
“I hate you,” she responded with every drop of annoyance she felt.
He smirked and his eyes shifted to the scene before her.
“Huh. toi are in the wrong l’espace to get a good veiw.”
She ignored him and he took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
“Come on.”
She tugged her hand away, fixing the manteau over her clothes.
“You really hate people.”
“I have reason to,” she shot back.
“Jace told me.”
“Did toi bring them?!”
“No! It's no place for pups!”
She rolled her eyes at him and then looked back to the bait that stood in the back. He gave a small nod and she looked to the door. She saw the hooded figure moving swiftly towards the back. She walked forward, Nic's gaze following hers.
“Huh. We weren't here for the same reasons.”
She rolled her eyes and motioned something. The figure saw her and immediately ran back out the door. Becca followed, fast on her trail as the two raced into the streets. She was suddenly yanked back par the cuff on her wrist and hissed.
“Hey!!”
Becca approached slowly.
“You can't keep me cuffed!!”
“We have reasons.”
Her red eyes narrowed at him as Terror approached from the shadows.
“Bein inhuman isn't a crime.”
“No. But sucking people dry is murder and that we can hold toi for.”
Becca looked at him and he handed her over.
“She's all yours.”
“What am I supposed to do with her?”
“Take her to your accueil court. Maybe they fix her.”
“Fix me?! I don't need fixing!”
His eyes momentarily flew to her and softened. Then he was back in the shadows.
“Just take her to her home!”
He walked away and Becca looked down at the girl cuffed and in her care.
“You got really lucky there, “Discord”. So very lucky.”