Alice heard the fangirl screams and watched a huge group of girls go tearing off towards the entrance. She took a moment to sneak into the bathroom, where she knew no one would be after the fangirls ran off. Unfortunately for Alice, the strobe lights in the club canceled out her sneakiness, so if she wanted to get at this boy in this place, she would have to go undercover. She had a small pack of clothing she could change into, and she did so. She wore a white button up collared shirt and blue jeans. She tucked in her shirt and tied a bandana on her head to conceal her hair.

The idea was to fit in just enough so that she would go unnoticed among the teens in the club. She loaded a syringe with a sedative and placed it in her pocket, knowing that the boy would probably hit on her again. if he passed out she could claim to be his girlfriend and drag him out of the club. She was more than strong enough to carry him. She would get the little b*****d, that was certain.
Alice wandered out to the floor of the dance club and walked over to the bar to order a coke. She clutched her bag to her side out of uneasiness. She hated going undercover like this, but someday it would all be worth it. Someday everything the man stood for would crumble beneath the feet of the femeninjas, it was only a matter of time before her works were complete, and her suffering to create a world of female superiority would be triumphant. Never again would a man look down on a mighty woman! Never again would women be forced to submit to men! Never again would she have to deal with the degrading experience of being hit on by men who only wanted to get her into bed! Never again!