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

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.]

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[Ginia nods over at Adela. The request doesn't phase her; having grown up in a bar and in a world where underage drinking wasn't a big deal, she's okay with serving Adela a drink.

She takes out her cellphone and quickly types up a message, the bright screen and bold text easy to read.]

I'll see what I can do, though it's mostly bottled beer. Any preference?

[What in the - she doesn't even have time to ask about the strange device in Ginia's hand before blinking at the message, seeming thoughtful for a moment. What preference? And bottled beer? Who bottled - wait, that might be a 'progressive' thing from worlds beyond her time. After some thoughts she nods to Ginia.]

Your choice. I know not what brand you carry.

[It's a habit to ask and find out. Ginia nods looks at the stock in the fridge, picking a bottle she's vaguely familiar with. She pops off the cap on the edge of the counter, and pours half of the contents into a pint glass, the liquid a rich amber.

She sets a coaster in front of Adela and sets the glass on top, the bottle set on a napkin alongside.]

[She sighs heavily before taking a heavy swig, draining most of the glass in one go with that movement. A loud breath from that and she leans on the counter, finally showing how clearly unhappy she was with things.]

You look like you are having fun... Is this place really so grand?

[One of those days, huh? Ginia's expression is sympathetic. It's easy easing into the roll of a bartender; the ever-attentive listener, a firm shoulder, an understanding ear.

She types fast on her phone, turning it around to show Adela the message.]

I like the music. I've worked in places like this before so it feels a bit familiar.

[She's pouring the rest of the bottle in order to top out her glass, eyes going up to the phone once she's done with that.]

Is that right? I suppose anything that is familiar would be a welcome change in this place, would it not.

[Another swig, though she doesn't take nearly as much. She's definitely not drinking it for the taste, that much is for certain, but at least she doesn't seem to be against the brand she's been served either.]

[It's the little things that matter. Her cellphone, while quite functional, was a nice reminder of home. The pictures, the voice mails, the texts, even the music, they were nice to have around.

She watches Adela a little longer before typing up a message.]

Something on your mind?

Not that I wish to share... I just wish to forget that it happened, but how could I? The reminder is consistently there that it happened.

[That might be an expression that's a clear combination of misery and anger then.]

[Sounds like someone had a rough day.]

Not remembering something may seem like a relief, but it doesn't change the things that did happen.

Another.

[She raises the bottle briefly before setting it down, sighing heavily as she hangs her head.]

I wish it had not happened at all. If it were not for that fool I would still have it...

[Ginia gauges Adela's mood before taking the empty bottle away and opening a new bottle. She sets it down on the napkin, waiting. Sometimes silence is the best way to get more answers. If Adela wants to talk, she'll talk. If not, then oh well.]

[It's about halfway through the second bottle that her lips loosen a bit more, and her head is on the bat table as she starts to babble.]

It was a fine day. I was workin' on your armour, and I was keepin' busy with commissions. Then some twat brought in this thing that eats metal into the bloody forge. Who in the world would do that? And if that weren' enough, the sodding thing ate my sword! Ate it! I only saved the pommel... It spat out the leather and gold threading.

[That's a very clear whine from her...]

[A person who wants to talk will talk. Ginia listens as she wipes down her area of the counter. Something that eats metal, taken to the forge... yeah, that's a pretty dumb move there. Her expression is understanding; losing a sword, that's not something that's easily replaced.

...Well, there are ways to replace it.]

Don't answer right away, take some time to think on the question.

What do you want?

[Take some time to think? That's a laugh. She huffs a dry heh, her smile empty as she just shakes her head.]

I wan' my sword back. But s'not goin' to happen. It got eaten. There's none left now. Canno' remake it either.

[She takes another drink. The alcohol is doing enough that her emotions are muted enough to not come out full force, but it's still pretty obvious that she's upset over the ordeal.]

Tha' was the first sword I ever forged, you can' just replace that... Was the only thing I had from home too...

There may be a way to get your sword back.

[Ginia walks a few feet away to where she has her coat and bag under the counter. She pulls out her journal and brings it back to Adela, opening it to the mission information on the back.]

[Huh? She blinks hard at the mission information, having trouble reading it after the first couple of drinks before sighing and shaking her head, resting it back on the bar after a bit.]

Wouldn' be the real thing, would it? Just a copy... Even if it wasn't, how m'I supposed to do these without my sword in the first place...

[Gods Ginia can't you let her be a stupid teenager and be sad for a while? =|]

Borrow one until you get yours back. But it's just a suggestion.

[Ginia takes her journal and puts it back with her belongings before coming back.]

Want something to eat?

Not hungry... Thanks, though.

[Big sigh. She might want another drink or two but at least she's slowing down for right this second.]

Guess m'still angry with him, but... More angry with myself. I could no' protect somethin' that precious to me... The hell kinda swordsmaster m'I?

[Okay, no food, but Ginia will fill a glass with ice and pour some water. Stay hydrated, kiddo.]

One that made a mistake. One that's learned a valuable lesson. One that's like every other swords master out there.

[She's a little surprised to get water, but it doesn't seem like she's objecting to it. In fact she drains it much more quickly than she did the beer, sighing after she does.]

... A moment...

[At the moment Adela's having trouble focusing long enough to read the text, but she does it eventually.]

Still disgraceful of me... I said s'important to me but then I go an' let that happen...

[Ginia refills the glass of water. If Adela wants to continue venting, she'll let her, but at this point, Ginia's not serving any more alcoholic drinks.]

[For a long while she just stares at the water, frowning at it. Eventually she does take the glass in hand again, but it's not to drink; stepping onto the floor, Adela heaves another sigh and shakes her head.]

Thank you for lissenin', but m'going to 'ead over to a quieter area if you don' mind.

[Ginia bows her head, lightly waving a hand to nudge Adela along. She'll keep an eye on the girl from afar, but right now only Adela can sort her mind out.]

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