Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

[maximoff_girl]

Who: Wanda Maxiomff, Kate Bishop, + Anyone who wants to show up
What: Club HQ's grand opening
When: January 31st
Where: HQ (Across the road from house 14)
Summary: Kate and Wanda finally unveil their Nightclub.
Rating: PG to PG-13.


[After a lot of preparation, opening night for Luceti's newest club is finally here. The music is loud and insistent, the kind where you have to shout a bit to be heard above the noise. Flashing, moving lights above reveal the purple decor, mostly devoid of chairs, and plenty of room to dance. A well stocked bar should be able to provide liquid courage to anyone too nervous to shake there groove-thang sober, while a patio out back affords a space for anyone wanting to have more intimate (or just quieter) interactions. There's also a coat room, for anyone looking for a warmer spot for intimate interactions.

The doors open at seven, and will stay open until two am-- plenty of time to drink, dance, talk and generally have a good time. When the DJs aren't spinning, a house mix is put on, so there's never a quiet moment.]

Comments

[cajunspice]

Ya cherie, look stunnin'. [Remy had lost the cigarette he had been smoking upon entering the club, but had replaced it with a drink. One quite a bit stronger than the one she had been working on.]

[Approaching from behind her, Remy offered her a smile, his sunglasses still in place despite the darkness inside the club.]

[shades_of_jean]

[Jean looks up, before turning around to see Remy behind her. She cocks her head to the side.] God-- for a second I thought you were Scott, with those shades on!

[What a smash-up that would be; Scott with Remy's accent?]

[cajunspice]

[That caused Remy almost to lose a step as he moved closer to Jean, looking like he took the hit physically and he lifted a brow above his shades at her.]

Can't say that be somethin' I wanted to hear, now or ever.

[Although, it did open the conversation to something he had been meaning to bring up, even if just to stir up a bit of friendly trouble. Letting out a sigh, Remy put on a sad face.] I knew it, why hadn't seen ya recently. [He placed a hand over his heart.] 'm replaced, ain't I? No need for me now ya got ol' One Eye back.

[shades_of_jean]

[She put on a slightly exaggerated look of surprise and confusion.] I don't know what you're talking about; You are 100% one of a kind, Remy. Completely irreplaceable. ... Much like the necklace you gave me, which, you'll notice, I'm wearing tonight.

[cajunspice]

Ah, I won't be fooled by ya sweet words, Jeanie, I know what ya really mean. Now ya got 'nother glasses wearin' mutant, ya don't need me 'nymore.

[Playing the sad card was only fun for so long, being a bit more mischievous was so much more entertaining.] 'nless I can convince ya otherwise, that be.

[shades_of_jean]

Welllll. [She smirks. Reaching up, without permission, she uses a hand at either side of his face to tip his glasses down, far enough on his nose that his eyes can be seen.] You could always take the glasses off, you know.

[cajunspice]

[Oh, don't test him at this game Jean, Remy's an expert player. Leaning into her personal space, he offered a sly smirk as the darkened insides of the club emphasis the glow of his eyes.] 'nd risk losin' style points?

[shades_of_jean]

[Ohhh, no. Jean doesn't play games. She wins them. Especially knowing (and being oh-so-comfortable with) who she is. She doesn't back down, tilting her chin up and half-lidding her eyes with arched brows.]

Who told you you were styling?

[cajunspice]

[Hey, if played right, everyone comes out a winner.] Ah! First ya reject me for ya capitaine, then ya insult my fashion choices? Why must ya be so mean to me Jeanie?

[shades_of_jean]

I never rejected you. You're putting words in my mouth and thoughts in my head. Are you sure that's what you want me to be thinking?

[She took a sip evenly of her drink. Mmmm, straight edge.] Funny. Everyone always says I'm supposed to be the one leading other's thoughts.

[cajunspice]

[Not normally what he's putting in femmes.]

Jeanie, I don't think 'nybody be possible of doin' that to ya. Although, sure there be somethin' ya can do to ease m' self doubt in myself. [Self doubt Remy? With your ego?]

[shades_of_jean]

[Ohhoh! Heyyo!]

Your-- Self doubt? You? [She pops a hip, and rest a finger on the side of her chin, in exaggerated concentration.] Oh do tell!

[cajunspice]

[Remy let out a dramatic sigh.] Even perfection can have doubts. [Now can't it, Jean?]

Mais, I was thinkin' repayment more along the lines of a dance.

[shades_of_jean]

Ohhoh... Remy. [She tosses her head, sending waves cascading through all that red hair.]

Of course I'll dance with you.


If.

You tell me how your Christmas present is going.

[cajunspice]

[Remy opened his mouth to answer, paused, then closed it again. Oh yeah, the hunt! Huh, funny how things got in the way of that.]

Ah, huh. Funny story. [Not really.] With the mission 'nd all, [And recovering from it.] Hadn't really got 'round to that yet. [The mission had scratched enough of his stealing itch to settle him for a couple of weeks, until the need for a new fix got too strong again that is.]

[He offered a charming smile, but still looked like he had just gotten caught stealing from the cookie jar, a personal favourite pastime when he was a kid. Really Jean, you can't hold it against him, can you? Not with that face.]

[shades_of_jean]

[Though she does a very good job of not showing it, Jean is a little disappointed to hear this. She put in a lot of effort on his gift, and is sad it's just... sitting around.] Oh? What mission is this?

[Her words are certainly cordial, but her tone has shifted, eeeever so slightly into "MMHMM. OH. REALLY." mode.]

[cajunspice]

[Ah god, the tone, he didn't have to hear it, Remy could sense it. He didn't really thing he was going to get out of this all that easy, did he?]

Jean, it ain't that I don't 'ppreciate the gift. Hell, got to be one of the most thoughtful 'nd personalized ones 'nyone has taken the time to give me. [Remy rested a hand on her shoulder, offering her a smile as he kept his head tilted down to look over the sunglasses at her.] Don't want to rush through it, 'nd don't want to use it as just a remedy for boredom. The missions, they be that, cheap 'nd easy, to scratch the itch. Not this.

[shades_of_jean]

[She glances at his hand, then back up to his face. She is still dissappointed, but-- tonight is supposed to be a more jovial thing. She can be annoyed later.]

It's your gift. You can do whatever you want with it.

[She pauses and then smirks.]

I'll keep that in mind about you; Remy... [She mimes writing a note,] Prefers... cheap... and easy. Good to know.

[cajunspice]

[Ooooh, she had no idea how right that was at times... but better not to admit to it. Or to point out by calling out his tastes like that, she was also insulting her.]

[Remy also didn't believe her words for a second. He was still in trouble, no matter how she phrased it. He was going to have to invest in some clean up time, get back those few points he had just lost with her. Femmes, why couldn't they just say what they meant.]

It has its place.

[shades_of_jean]

Mmmhmm. [She's got you pegged, LeBeau.] I'm sure it does. Did you still want to dance, or... would that be too high-brow for you? [Now she's teasing.]

[cajunspice]

If ya can stand bein' seen with me. [Finishing off his own drink with one long swallow, Remy left it to be picked up by the wait staff before offering a hand to her.]

[shades_of_jean]

Of course. Normally I'd say your eyes match my hair, but since you're covering them up tonight... we'll just go with your statuesque figure as being reason enough. Besides. I did say I would, and I wouldn't want anyone saying I go back on my word.

[She starts towards the dance floor, pausing to look over her shoulder at Remy as she goes, giving him a playfully arched eyebrow.] Coming? [Then continuing out to where the others were dancing.]

[cajunspice]

[Remy didn't mind the small rejection, only cause he got to watch her walk away in that rather tight little dress. Hmmmmmm, very nice.] Give me some time. [Falling in behind her, Remy moved up to rest a hand lightly on her back as they made their way into the crowd.]

[shades_of_jean]

[Eyebrows up at the touch. It's not unwelcome, at all. Truthfully, they've both been flirting rather aggressively, so it's not even unexpected. She's just making note, what level they've progressed to. It's been a few months since Duncan and... she's not thinking about that kiss with Scott. She feels somewhat in control of the situation with Remy. And that's... nice.

She slows her pace enough that she's not pulling away from the touch as she walks, nor is she settling back into it. She is-- continuing it. A "Yep, I'm aware of that. Feel free to continue" sort of body language, for anyone fluent in such a thing.

As for the dance floor itself, Jean is not a bad dancer. She's not as good as some, but she can keep rhythem and not look like a COMPLETE idiot. Being an athlete she's pretty in control of her body, and she can do really awesome things with her hair using her TK. She's not a "club girl," not like some, but... she can move. And move well enough.]

[cajunspice]

[Huh, well that is interesting. Not too big a surprise, but Remy is always ready to make a girl feel special. Normally it's just for a few hours, not what he and Jean had. Friends? Getting there. More? Well, if he was smart, no. But Remy was never smart when it came to having fun.]

[On the dance floor he twisted his position so they were facing, letting the slicked floor allowing his shoes to slip enough to create a smooth motion, keeping his hand lightly against her all the while but letting it slip to her side. Close enough to dance with, but far enough away to not press anything.]