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

[strangelyliteral]

I see nothing fuzzy about you, so I don't know why you'd use that. Is Kurt your real name? [It seems the most likely out of the bunch.]

[wildbluevagner]

Is is. Kurt Wagner, at your service! [He says with a bow.] And the fuzz thing... I guess you can say it's kind of an injoke! But the coolest DJs use injokes all the time anyway!

[strangelyliteral]

True, they all have pretty funky names. I just never thought too much about that.

[wildbluevagner]

Exactly. And I want in on that funk! It'll be the start of a great career.

[strangelyliteral]

So you've never actually done it before?

[wildbluevagner]

Not officially. This'll be my first real gig!

[strangelyliteral]

Everyone's gotta start somewhere. How hard can it be?

[wildbluevagner]

I've got this down! I know it. This is what all my time of listening to radical songs has been building up to!

[strangelyliteral]

Maybe you should throw a contest to decide your DJ name. Winner gets a song of their choice played.

[wildbluevagner]

Now that sounds like an idea! Maybe we should hire you as... secretary of ideas? If you want, you could be the first contestant.

[strangelyliteral]

How would you pay me? [Though now she'd have to pick a song. Hmm.]

[wildbluevagner]

How... would I pay you? [That's all he finds himself responding with because the idea did not occur to him at all.]

[strangelyliteral]

Then again, if I'm the idea girl, it's up to me to think that up too, huh.

[wildbluevagner]

I guess so. But it's also your job to make sure I don't bankrupt myself... or whatever the 'here' version of that is.

[strangelyliteral]

Here doesn't have a version... yet. Still working on that one. I think we're stuck on the goods and services version of a trade, and not many want to do that either.

[wildbluevagner]

What if I pay you in shining compliments? [He meekly proposes.]

[strangelyliteral]

You're gonna have to do better than that, Fuzzman.

[wildbluevagner]

Aw, come on! Everyone lives a service that's totally complimentary!

[strangelyliteral]

But in the end it's just lip service, and unless that's kissing, it's not worth very much.

[wildbluevagner]

Don't tell me you want kissing instead!

[strangelyliteral]

I want money! ... But right, we don't have that here.

[wildbluevagner]

Would you settle for some that's Monopoly-flavored?

[strangelyliteral]

... Well if we play, and I win it fairly, then maybe.

[wildbluevagner]

Alright then. Do your best, and come up with something really good!