In the early evening, two stallions walked through the door of the Green Glow Club. There was a slight mist in the air and colored neon lights flashed through the darkness. They made their way towards the staircase to the upper floor, where there was more seating a tables. Overlooking the balcony, the two saw a group dancing to the generic electronica playing. They would also notice the scantily clad employees and dancers a top some of the platforms and in the stages, each with their signature green glowing eyes.
 
“Did we have to come here again?” Frederic asked his companion sitting at the small table they had occupied. “Its not exactly the classiest place on the strip.”
 
“I know dude, but they have some of the best drink deals in this block, and its not like weve had many gigs lately.” Neon replied. As a scantily clad waiter walked past them with a tray of drinks, he averted his eyes, “Two for one drinks, great for saving bits,” he shrugged.
 
“Only seems to save bits when you buy in bulk,” Fred said, “Its probably why we blacked-out last time we came here.”
 
A unicorn dressed in a pink stripped shirt with a way to low neckline came to their table, Hey guys, what can I start you out with?
 
“Two electric lemonades,” Neon gave his order.
 
As the unicorn jotted down the order, Frederic made a comment under his breath, At least this guys dressed.
 
The unicorn picked up on the comment, Well I should hope so, Im the owner, he chuckled, I take it youre not exactly here for the atmosphere.
 
“Hardly,” Frederic said flatly.
 
“What he means is,” Neon jumped in, “Not that the live entertainment is bad, but we come here for the drinks.”
 
The unicorn laughed, You and everyone up on the balcony it seems, dont matter to me, gotta keep the lights and the music going somehow. As he walked away to get the drinks he could hear the tan pony tell his friend that he wasnt there for the music either.
 
“I mean really, another DJ Pon-3 remix? Just another generic club tune” Frederic complained, “We shouldve gone to the piano bar down the street, at least they wouldve had good music.”
 
“And less fur,” Neon added, “Though its weird, I couldve sworn I heard rumors that this place had awesome live music, not this pre-recorded stuff.”
 
The unicorn owner came back with the two drinks, Theres a reason Ive got the pre-recorded stuff. Turns out my DJ couldnt make it, so Im stuck on plan B.
 
“Oh?” Frederic inquired taking a long sip of his bright blue drink.
 
“Who is your DJ? Anyone we know?” Neon said after taking a gulp of his drink.
 
The unicorn slyly grinned, You guys wouldnt happen to be musicians would you? His horn emitting a soft green glow.
 
“Yeah,” Neon answered, “Im a DJ, and Fred plays synth.”
 
“I am a pianist,” Fred said defiantly, “but, I take work where I can get it.”
 
“Then maybe you can help me out,” the unicorn staring both of them in the eyes, “Why dont you guys perform for the night. I get better music, and you guys can make some bits, what do ya say?”
 
Neon looked at Fred, We could use the gig.
 
Fred was slightly apprehensive, but it had seemed to fade ever since he drank the lemonade. He wondered if they made it stronger here. But it didnt seem to matter, since they did need the funds, he nodded in agreement.
 
“Well take the gig, mister?” Neon said to the unicorn.
 
“Carnelian, but you can call me Carnor boss, since thats what Ill be to you for the next few hours,” he laughed. “Anyway, follow me into the back rooms to grab your costumes.”
 
The two musicians looked at each other thinking it was weird that theyd have to dress-up. But they shrugged and went along with it since a gigs a gig. The trio made their way across the dance floor to a double door guarded by a large stallion in leather straps. He stepped aside, as the trio made their way into the back rooms, where the music was muffled. They stepped into what seemed to be a dressing room, and noticed different piles of clothes on the floor.
 
“Take off your clothes, while I find your stage costumes,” Carn said looking through the racks of clothes lined up against the wall.  
Frederic was taken aback, he wasnt about to disrobe in front of this stallion. He could at least wait and give them some privacy.
 
Carn had pulled some hangers off the rack and looked back to see Fred standing there, Hurry up! I gotta get you guys dressed and up there as soon as possible.
 
“Wed like some privacy before getting undressed though,” Fred responded.
 
Carns horn glowed a bit , Neon doesnt seem to need it.
 
Fred looked over and saw Neon pulling his trendy shirt over his head, unbuckling his cargo pants, letting them all drop into a pile on the floor. Neon stood there in his neon printed boxer shorts. Fred, shocked, looked at Carn.
 
“Well” Carn started to insist.
 
Fred, realizing they were waiting on him, stammered out a yes boss, and undid his button up shirt and dress pants, and put them on a similar pile on the floor. He stood there in a pair of modest boxer briefs.
 
Carn looked over the two ponies standing in their underwear. Tsk Tsk, nope thats not gonna do, he said shaking his head. Not revealing enough, and youre already gonna be obscured by the equipment he said muttering to himself as he rummaged though a few fabric boxes on the floor. He pulled out two wads of fabric and tossed one to each. Here wear these along with these, he said handing each a hanger with a single item of clothing.
 
Fred saw on Neons hanger that there was a shirt and tie, though the shirt wasnt long enough to barely cover his midriff. Not that his costume was any better, it was a collard shirt minus the shirt and a bow-tie. And he unfurled the wad of fabric to see it was a red thong.
 
“No way man, I didnt think that” Fred started saying before Carn interjected.
 
“Youd have to dress like all my other employees?” Carn said perplexed, “Neon seems to be aware and hes okay with it.” He pointed to the DJ unicorn who had already put on the tiny shirt, had taken off his boxers and was slipping on the white thong, “Unless you want to let your friend and all the club patrons down.”
 
“Uhuh no boss!” Fred stammered, as he peeled off his own boxer shorts, and putting on the red thong and clipping the collar tie around his neck.
 
Carn gave the two musicians a look over while nodding, Hmm, yep yep, looks good. And Neons jacket still fits, thats good. Alright fellas, lets go give those guys a show huh? He said leading the two musicians out of the dressing room.