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sorry for length, just pushing forward past the boring stuff!

[camaleonico]

People are all having fun. Teeeechnically, I think it's just for grownups because a lot of people are drinking, but, whatever. We're just gonna dance. Nothing wrong with dancing.

[ Camilo and Mirabel are both fish out of water here. The Encanto was so lively and peaceful, Camilo never felt like they lacked anything, never wondered about the outside world really, just trusted their community had shut themselves off for good reason and that the rest of the world was a dangerous place. And now? They find themselves in a bustling metropolis by comparison, unfamiliar with the laws, the money, the culture, the technology, the everything. Nothing lacks novelty. Perpetual amazement and bemusement.

But sometimes, it's exciting. Like these moments. And more than anything, he's glad to drag Mirabel out of her room, in spite of everything. She's overdue for fun. It doesn't take long in line until they're next. Camilo whispers to Mirabel: ]

Let me do the talking...

[ When the bouncer asks for IDs, Camilo shrugs nonchalantly, and speaks in his smoothest, adultiest voice. ]

Don't got 'em, sorry. We just showed up here...

[ The bouncer eyes Camilo suspiciously, then nods, pointing at him thoughtfully. ]

You. You were here last week, weren't you? I remember your face.

[ Camilo gives a sheepish grin and another little shrug, more comedic now. ]

Hah, y-yeah, I was. Guess I just have one of those faces, huh~?

[ The bouncer smirks, then turns to give Mirabel the once-over, cocking his eyebrow a little at her odd appearance, but moves on casually without rudely staring. ]

...Aight. And what about you, mama? Age?

[ Camilo's quick to interrupt, wrapping his arm around Mirabel's shoulders and tugging her into a side-hug affectionately, grinning at the bouncer. ]

Ah, this is my cousin! We're the same age. Born in 1934 and 1935~

[ He gestures to himself and then to Mirabel with his free hand, acting cool as a cucumber. The guy rolls his eyes, snorting a little laugh. ]

Right, right, right... I remember... We went through this... All right, all right, ten each.

[ Camilo raises a brow, releasing Mirabel to slowly whip out his cash from his pocket. ]

Ten...? Last time it was five!

[ All the same, he hands the man a twenty dollar bill, still eyeing him cautiously as the man replies. ]

Well, yeah, that was on Latin night – today's Friday. Costs more for the show. Wrists, please!

[ Camilo shoots a baffled look to Mirabel, shrugs at her with an exaggerated frown that says "no clue, same as you" silently, and sticks out his arm to receive bracelet. The bouncer wraps the paper wristband around him, gestures to Mirabel to do hers, and then waves them along, shouting "next!" loudly before he's even done sealing Mirabel's wristband. Camilo places a guiding hand on her shoulder, then pushes on forward past the bouncer's desk, through the doorway beside him, which turns and leads them down an elegant stairwell... He beams at her conspiratorially as they step down. ]

I dunno what that was about, buuut— You ready, parcera~? Put your party pants on, Miraboo, heh.

[ Mocking her dad, ay... It deserves the build-up, though. At the bottom of the stairs is another doorway that opens onto an extravagant, colorful bar with an ornate wraparound balcony above the dancefloor, along with a large spinning disco ball. In the center, there's an empty stage with a runway and silvery shimmery curtains behind the stage, reflecting the colorful lights that shift to the tune of loud, pulsing pop music filling the air in the background. The music, however, is not the Spanish bops that Camilo had expected and promised... And instead of a dancefloor full of people boogying, there's a ton of seats lined up in rows, many of them already taken. But two on the inner aisle along the catwalk of the stag remain open, so Camilo shoots Mirabel another bemused look and a shrug, then heads over to snag those... As they sit, he leans in to speak, cupping his hand around his mouth to be heard over the music. ]

I dunno what's going on? It wasn't like this last time...?

[ He can't help but feel a little giddy about the mistake, though. A show? What kind of show? Everyone seems even more excited than the first time he'd come, a different kind of buzz about the audience as seats quickly fill in. It must be something good if they're charging double the cover fee to see it... ]

[nonmagical]

[Mirabel stays silent, letting Camilo do what he needs to do. The thought that runs through her mind is first, Wow, he's really good at this and then He probably shouldn't actually be good at this. But the deed is done, and they're in. Camilo guides her to her seat, and she looks around curiously. It was some kind of show? But what kind of show is beyond her.]

Looks like we're gonna watch some kind of show?

[... Helpful, Mirabel. The music gets louder, and Mirabel can feel the rumbling of loud beats through her body. It's a pretty unusual sensation - but that's nothing compared to the sounds of cheering and whooping as someone comes out to announce the start of the show.]