The roaring sound of club music could be heard from even outside the two-story building. This was known as the best nightclub in the city; with a blatantly stylized design and music you could dance the light away with. The first floor was opened to the general public while the second was for more elite members. But regardless of where you're at, you were guaranteed an amazing time.
Due to being a big city with heavy traffic more often than not, it was difficult to find parking close to the building. But it was nearly impossible to not notice it when passing by; lights and colors of all kinds as if it was a festival surrounded its walls and music blared loud enough for passerbys to hear. Made the surrounding buildings look boring by comparison.
A massive line would always form outside, filled with people of many races. Human, elf, dwarf, orc, gnome, and all other kinds just waiting to enter. Anybody who was anybody would come to the nightclub for a night of fun, drinks, and socializing.
Sadly, this also included groups of people that had animosity towards each other. Two, in particular, who just so happened to be inside the nightclub.
It was hard not to notice these two groups. The obvious difference between them were their races, orcs, and elves. And they were all dressed in the most luxurious brands; suits, dresses, or a mixture of both laughing and drinking with their respective kin. What made them stand out even more from their other brethren were the brooches that were on their chest. The orcs' brooch had a giant tusk with two small hills underneath it, making the tusk look like a mountain, colored blue. The elves' brooch had an elf's ear with a crown on the pointed tip of the ear, colored red. Everyone knew who they were.
The Orestes and the Aethels.
Two rival families that have hated each other for decades. They were also owners of two huge companies that (surprise surprise) were competitive against each other. But compared to the family's animosity, their company rivalry seemed minuscule. Full-fledged fights have occurred more than once, and any one side could win. The strength of an orc or the agility of an elf, skill was the deciding factor between them.
Pride was a thing they had in common, and it was visibly shown. If you were an Orestes, you were an orc, and if you were an Aethel, you were an elf. And anybody who worked for them were also of the same race. (Something about preserving the image of the family, according to rumors.)
Both were stationed at the second floor but in completely opposite sides. Not just to avoid the other, but out of request from the establishment. The less trouble they make in their building, the better. But it doesn't always work out.
One member from each side ended up going to the bar at the same time. The second they stood in front of the bar and noticed each other, the air thickened as they both glared with a mighty hatred.
The orc spoke first, "Beat it, shortie. You wouldn't be able to handle any more drinks than you already had."
The elf scoffed back, "You underestimate us elves, you overgrown cucumber. Just because you tower over most races, doesn't mean you're superior."
"Oh, that's rich, coming from you! You look down on every single race that isn't yours! Thinking you're so much smarter and better than everyone else!"
"I don't want to hear that from a brainless piece of muscle! That's all you lot are good for anyway!"
The bartender behind the counter could only look in horror at both of them. He knew exactly what was going to happen next. Many of the other residents in the area who saw them as well started to retreat and aim for the exit.
A green fist slammed on the bar's counter, "Say that again, you pale twig!"
"Why? Did your idiotic brain not understand a single thing I just said? Big surprise!"
The orc made the first swing, with the elf dodging and getting into a fighting stance. And just like that, it was like a dam broke. The two sides saw what was happening and immediately ran towards the center to fight. Many of them angry or pumped for a battle. Anyone who wasn't a part of them began to run off to the closest exit, with some of them screaming. The scream alerted the entire building, which made every know what was happening. People were evacuating in a hurry while the workers and guards tried to calm everyone, to no avail. During the chaos, music still continued to blare, with the DJ running out alongside everyone else.
Both members of Orestes and Aethel focused on their fight. The elves dodging and striked fast and the orcs blocking and attacking hard. A normal scene for any of the locals but still a dangerous one, for there was always damage done on the vicinity when they are together. The fight continues for a few minutes, with both evenly matched, until a roaring command pierced through all the commotion.
"ENOUGH!!"
All parties stopped, looking at the direction the yell came from.
A hulking green male orc walked forward, with a sense of poise and professionalism. He wore a nicely tailored suit without a wrinkle in place, clearly an expensive brand. Black short hair slicked back, giving a businesslike look with a nice shine. Everything about him was muscular, even his facial features, yet he still looked handsome.
Everyone, even the elves, knew who he was. Bolin, the nephew of the current president of the Orestes family. Bolin was known for his kindness (something many would consider a rarity in orcs), but he was also strict.
He walked forward and looked at both sides, "We are in a neutral establishment! You all know the rules! No fighting amongst each other on neutral ground! Now separate!"
Both orcs and elves slowly did so, looking at him with either with respect or weariness. At the very least they did as what they were told, making Bolin give a satisfied sigh. That was sadly short lived, however.
"Awww, now where's the fun in that?"
Bolin and everyone present turned to look at where the voice came from. Bolin's eyes widened when he saw who the owner.
Standing in front of the bar nursing a drink stood a tall elven woman, skinny but toned. She wore a long red cocktail dress revealing enough to show some leg (which was finely toned) and hug her frame along with some ankle strap white heels. Her dirty blonde hair was in a melon hairstyle, which barely hid her elegant chandelier earrings. Once she was done with her drink, she turned to look directly at Bolin and his blood started turning cold.
Looks can be very deceiving, and the woman in front of him was the exact definition of it. The niece of the current president of the Aethel family, Baly. She was easily one of the most bloodthirsty people in that family, maybe even the whole city. And she LIVED for a good fight.
She placed her drink on the counter (not a bartender in sight, so who knows who gave her it) and walked forward.
"We already got the party started, big boy. It's only right to see it end fully."
Bolin swallowed, "I am merely someone who prefers peace. Allow me to handle my people and you can do the same so we don't cause any unnecessary violence."
An almost antagonistic laugh escaped Baly's lips, "Cute! But you think I care about that 'peace' of yours. I couldn't care less about that. You might even say that I hate it. But there is one thing I hate more than that."
Baly then goes on a full sprint heading towards Bolin.
"And that's you Orestes!!"
She delivered a swift but powerful kick that he barely was able to block. And just like that, both sides continued the fight.
Not wanting to actually throw a punch, Bolin just went on the defensive; blocking as many of Baly's attacks as possible or throwing her aside if he got the opportunity. He knew how to fight (an Orestes needed to know how to defend themselves) but wasn't fond of it and preferred diplomacy. Most of the time he could succeed in swaying others to calm down, but it sadly rarely works with an Aethel. Especially her.
