The group slowly filed out of their cabs and began making their way down the street towards he bar, Grimm leading the way.
Danny, following quickly behind while trying not to dirty up his borrowed clothing, asked "What do you mean "underground meta bar"? La Perdita is open to metahumans. That's why we came here in the first place."
"Is that some kinda code for "gay bar"?" Dirk bellowed, from the back still limping.
"They're open to the more photogenic among the meta and posthuman populace that have come here. But there are some here whose lives are not much better than what they sought to escape. Even the more open-minded among the citizens shun most of the people here. I think it will do most of you good to experience this. Welcome to Jake's place." Grimm said, ignoring Dirk.
They walked past a window filled with flyers for tonight's show. The flyers read: Tonight! The sensation of La Perdita! Bahhghhhruptha, Lord of the Flies! With Wumb!
"Hey, Bahhghhruptha's here tonight. Wonder how he's doing?" Mick mentioned to Shirley.
As the group made their way inside, they were astounded by the wide array of physically diverse metas inside the bar.
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