"Welcome to the Jungle" B Side

"Follow that bass, bitches!" yelled Edea. It's not like it was difficult to do. The ziggurat the mysterious player stood on could barely, it didn't matter. The bass was not just heard. No, even more so it was...felt by the three women. Even more so it almost pulled them towards it. No they had to see this incredible bass player. On and on they ran until...
 
The jungle opened up into a vast open clearing. The bottom of the ziggurat came into view in the vast clearing. Surrounding it was a vast line of bodies, humans and demi-humans alike. Humans, jaguar folk, monkey folk, snake folk, but most of all...many lizard folk of many types, some big and some small. But all danced in a line around. Well, maybe more than danced...they thrashed...in such an incredible dance around the ziggurat. "Are they...?"started Satanica. "I think..."said Gerry. "THEY'RE FUCKING THRASHING!!" "Uh yeah, I guess they are..."said Gerry,"So should we..." before trailing off realizing her troupe leader had already disappeared.
 
Quickly following their impulsive leader, they found her in front of a booth, a colorful lizard merchant dressed in flowing in feathers handing her flowing drink bowls full of a white, cloudy liquid before Edea handed him some silver. "Eddie, what's the matter with you?!" started Gerry. "Oh, cram it! Here try this!" she said as she shoved two of the drink bowls into their heads. "It's something called pulgue. It's this real boozy, sweet drink!" Edea said. Gerry regarded it before saiying, "How do you know this stuff isn't drugged or..." Gerry started. "It's not drugged," interrupted Satanica right before taking another sip. "Wait, you just..."started Gerry. "I'm an Undying with one of the hardest partying Noble Lords as her Patron. It's just good booze," she said and smacked her lips before taking another sip," Besides even if it was drugged, what would happen to me? I get more dead?" Gerry started to argue again before realizing Satanica did actually have a good point before taking a sip. "Hey this stuff's good. Really sweet." "Yeah! This guy...his name's Paolo by the way...was telling me they make it by fermenting a plant called agave. They always drink up during festivals!" she said before taking a swig. Gerry nodded approvingly. "Yeah...let's drink up!" she said. "Here's to our growth!" "Steen ee-gia sas!" replied Edea. "Noroc!" said Satanica before they clinked up and slurped down the pulque. It had been a long trek but their moods had instantly improved. "We're not just walking in on one of their sacred festivals?" started Gerry. "Nah, they're cool with visitors! It's just one big party in honor of their gods of rain, harvest...and music!" "Umm....not to sound shitty..." "No there's no people sacrifice...but there is a bad ass contest...!" "Huh?" "This is what Shale was talking about! That dude up there is their quauhquauhnochtzin!" shouted Eddie. Both of them looked at her completely dumbfounded. "Their what?" "I'm not fuckin sayin that mouthful again...he's a kind of musical ambassador! He's playing a tribute to his gods...looking for a sign!" "Holy...Shale IS guiding us!" said Gerry. "Okay, I know Shale is one badass bitch but...you're seeing visions of her? You sure that's not just those greasy empanadas from that last village?" "NO! This is a sign! He's our next member! Now we're gonna find out how and we're not leaving until we do!" "Whelp," started Gerry," that's how we found you, Satanica. Whether it's Elwing or empanadas...it works!" "Okay. I'll indulge her but how do we get his attention!" "By staying for this festival and having a party! It'll be fun!"she said as the finished the last of the pulgue before joining the line. They both looked at each other, shrugged, finished their drinks, and went to join their leader.