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

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia bows her head, quickly cleaning up her work area as Anya enjoys her drink. She keeps her good ear turned toward Anya in case there are any further comments or drink requests. Ginia loves the club, loves the nightlife, but it can be a bit difficult to hear at times.]

[strangelyliteral]

[She'll have a couple of sips before addressing her again when she wanders back into earshot.]

What's this one called, anyway?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia quickly seizes her cellphone and types out a quick message.]

Purple rain. Triple sec, blackberry liqueur, and fresh lime juice.

[strangelyliteral]

[She looks at the phone, then back at Ginia. Huh.]

Great. Any reason why you couldn't just tell me that yourself?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Type, type.]

I'm mute.

[strangelyliteral]

[Aha.]

Oh. Well, that sucks. Seems you get around it, though.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

Thank goodness for technology and writing.

[A light smile comes with the message. Sure, it's a bit awkward communicating at times, but Ginia rolls with it. It is how she is and she rolls with it.]

[strangelyliteral]

Most mutes I've come into contact with prefer telepathy, which gets annoying pretty fast. So it's refreshing actually.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Telepathy, huh. That would be useful.]

No telepathy or abilities here. Just my phone, and sometimes pen and paper or sign language.

[strangelyliteral]

Basic, but pretty handy. [That was so unintentional.] Was it always like that?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Unintentional, but it ears a small smirk.]

Yes. I was born mute.

[strangelyliteral]

You seem pretty adaptable. [Ah, what can she say. Humans surprise her every now and then.] Got any peanuts back there?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[So she tries to be. And one bowl of peanuts coming up! Ginia walks a bit over to a cabinet, grabs two small bowls, fills one with some shelled peanuts, and brings them back to Anya.]

Let me know if you want anything else, food or drink.

[strangelyliteral]

I'm set for now, but I'll be coming back around for more. [After she finishes her current drink, nuts, and set of dances.] Thanks.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia nods and gives a casual salute with two fingers. She'll be checking on the other patrons and keeping things tidy, but always easy to get a hold of when needed.]