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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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[He had tried to say it as if just dancing at the same time - her actually mentioning the possibility actually makes him pause for a moment as he realizes it.]

Um - sure! Or, around you! Whichever you want!

[She has no idea what she'd want, she's never been asked anything even close to that question before. But after a moment she just nods.]

It sounds nice. Sure.

[Which didn't actually choose an answer, but she was okay with that.]

Oh... okay! [He blinks with tipsy exaggeration, wondering which one she was agreeing to. Oh well, they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.]

Great! In the meantime... what is Eleanor's choice of drink?

[She smiles some at the question, peering at her drink for a moment.]

Rum and cola. [A pause.] It's the only one I had heard of before I was here. Except beer.

[She wasn't really all that interested in trying beer.]

[He gives an approving nod. Of course, being German, he's also very much for beer.]

It's a good one to start with! We'll have to hook you up with some beer sometime, too. This is all an important part of growing up, after all.

I'm not sure I really need to do much more growing up.

[Still, she could use another drink, at least.]

It's easy to get used to the way it feels though, isn't it. Sort of...fuzzy.

Fair enough, I guess.

Fuzzy? [He grins cheekily as he sarcastically drapes a hand over his forehead.] I can't even imagine what that must feel like!

[And she's tipsy enough that she's going to just giggle at him for way longer than she probably should have at that.]

No...I suppose you wouldn't, would you.

[It's almost as much as Kurt snickers at it. He grins goofily.]

I haven't the fuzziest clue! Just watch out for fur-balls.

[And a groan at that, through her laughter.]

[He gives a juvenile chuckle, proud of his own horrible jokes.]

The fuzzy man's got jokes. ...You know, while you're finishing that, I should get myself a shot. You're making me thirsty all over again.

[It feels good to laugh like that, honestly, which is probably why it takes her so long to stop. In the end she just nods when he says he's getting another drink, taking a sip of her own as she tries to collect herself again.]

A shot of what?

[She manages to ask.]

[He savors in all the laughter. It's great to have a receptive audience.]

Mmm... great question. Maybe I should eeney-meeney-miney-moe?

[Eleanor shrugs, she doesn't really have an opinion on most alcohol.]

I thought vodka tasted terrible.

Now what did the poor old vodka ever do to you? Maybe I should settle for some rum instead. It'll count as neutral grounds.

What it did was taste terrible. [A little grin.]

Rum sounds much better. Although I haven't tried it without soda in it...

[He just shakes her head at her grin while he sports his own.]

Then how about we each try a shot? It'll be an experience to remember!

[Eleanor hesitates for a moment, partly afraid of making an idiot of herself and partly afraid of drinking too much. But...really. Why not?]

...Alright.

Great! Two shots, on the double! [He actually clumsily clambers over the bar counter to get the vodka and shot glasses himself.]

[She can't help but laugh again as she watches him.]

I...don't believe you're allowed back there.

Don't sweat it! I'm part of the staff. I've got this! [His butt wags as he dangles over the other side of the bar, pouring the shots quickly.

Then he pulls himself back up without incident - and with the shot cups.]

[Eleanor still looks skeptical...and she reaches out to steady him when he climbs back over. It's an automatic gesture, really, since he's been drinking.]

Now we do these...'shots.'

[He gives a goofy grin as she helps him. And then he nods as he hands her the shot.]

That's right. On a count of three?

Mm.

[To say Eleanor is skeptical would be an understatement. But she picks up the little glass from his fingers, studying it for a moment. When they count, she counts right along, then tosses it back and...immediately gasps in surprise at the burn.]

[And Kurt is not exactly as experienced with it as he sounds. Once he gulps it down, he makes a very unattractive face as he adjusts to the burn.]

Whoa! Now that... that's quite the kick!

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