Magenta and Jinx Magenta loves dancing, skulls and crossbones, and things that glow. She is sweet and spiky; toxic pink candy in a sharp neon wrapper. Yet Magenta still fondly remembers her traditional gothic roots. After all, she first met her good friend Jinx in a graveyard on a moonlit night. Magenta and Jinx can't remember which of them snapped the first glow stick, but it was the start of an addictive habit. They haven't stopped since, and can usually be seen illuminating the darkest of dancefloors.

Magenta had intended to see THUMP! gig at the Insanitorium on Friday the thirteenth. She had a promotion flier that meant half price drinks before 11.00pm.

Unfortunately for her, Jinx didn’t care about cheap drinks. Magenta tried to entice him into going along, but he didn’t believe her when she told him that snakebite was a fruit.

Tonight, Jinx wanted to go to a club where small bats with glow sticks could flutter in safety. Unexpected things (such as members of the audience…or the band) often flew through the air at THUMP! gigs. Jinx suggested a night at Ultra Vivid instead, upstairs at the Nocturne Club. Magenta admitted that she preferred shaking her sticks to moshing in the pit, and finally agreed to go.

Up, up the magic staircase tripped Magenta, until dry ice tickled her nose and she could feel the thump of the music in her chest. Jinx had already flittered in ahead of her. Strangely, the darting pink glow headed away from the dance floor, leaving Magenta bewildered. Jinx made a dizzying circuit of the club before settling on the bar. He squeaked inaudibly behind the music, but Magenta could see that ‘Bathory Berry Sling’ was chalked up on the specials board. So, that was his plan. Bathory Berry Sling glasses were decorated with glowing ice cubes, skull-topped swizzle sticks …and real berries.

 

It was time placate her familiar for the fib about the Snakebite Fruit. Magenta pulled some coinage out of her bat-wing backpack, and hoped that fruity foo-foo drinks would appease her companion. Dancing without him just wasn’t as much fun.

Jinx recovered his good mood remarkably quickly. So much so that Magenta wondered if he had ever been cross about her fib at all. Fully charged from their refreshments, they moved on to the dance floor. Magenta uncoiled and snapped into action, while Jinx wove halos of pink light above her head. Never mind half-price drinks fliers. This was priceless.