14 Beats Off Meter [Tanau]

DJ walked into the club with her hands in her pockets and with one of the toughs at the door carrying her beat table in on his shoulder. He was big, and reminded her of an orc, so whatever--he seemed legit to her.

It was late afternoon and the sun had just started getting into prime setting position. DJ looked out at the club and saw workers setting up, people sweeping, some guy in bright orange decals fixing what was probably heavily damaged tile in the corner. She took off her sunglasses and tucked them into the neck of her shirt.

Tonight she was dressed in all things gaudy and dangly--her stage style for the night would be a bit more glitzy. Of course, she hadn't run this by the proprietor, nor did she run it by the other guy who would be manning the tunes with her.

Apparently he wanted to bring together 'two explosive local names'.

Yet.

DJ wasn't certain she'd ever met the guy the proprietor seemed to be constantly busting a nut about.

DJ followed her set up to the stage and shooed the men away before they could try to fuss with her darling's wires and totally mess everything up. She knelt, starting to expertly hook the handmade beat table with the joint's sound hookup.

DJ was comfortable grabbing her old girl's wires and cords without anyone telling her what was supposed to plug into where. Feeling it out made it easy for her, as every cord made a sound that sung to her its purpose, and it was really just a matter of making two cords that sung the same tune together.

She was just about finished when a guy levitated up and set down his own beat table. This was no doubt her companion in the rad tunes. Yep. She definitely didn't know this guy.

Once DJ was done, she stood up and her first thought was 'fuck this asshole for being so tall'.

But she smiled anyway, and held out her hand. "Name's DJ. You can call me MC DJ. Yourself?"