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

[wipesfaith]

It got eaten? [A beat.] Wait, you didn't run into that guy with the robot thing, did you?

[enchantressofore]

Aye, tha' oaf brough' the thing in the forge... I took my eye off o' my sword for a momen' an' then... Gone.

[wipesfaith]

[Her only reminder of home, gone. From the times he's spoken with her before, it's not hard to tell that she's homesick, so he can understand what a hard blow the loss of her sword must have dealt.]

You can...make another one, can't you?

[enchantressofore]

No' of tha'... Tha' sword was irre... irre... It s'priceless. Canno' make another. E'en if I coul', it would no' be the same.

[She's leaning fully on the counter then, only staring at her water glass as she starts tearing up a bit.]

I really let 'im down... My uncle...

[wipesfaith]

[...Okay, so maybe this isn't as simple as he hoped it would be. Crap, she's not getting all weepy, is she? No, stop that, stop it right now...]

Your uncle's an asshole if he cares more about some sword than he does about you.

[enchantressofore]

Wha' do you know? You don' know 'im.

[She's not really angry, though. Just... Sad.]

'e'd smile... Say it s'all righ', but it s'not all righ' issit? 'e 'elped me make it... So I let 'im down by lettin' tha' happen.

[wipesfaith]

Make a new sword to honor him, then. It won't be the same as the one you lost, but it's the best you can do here...and just because you made it without him, doesn't mean he didn't help you make it.

[Even something as intangible as the memories of someone important can guide your hands to create something close to a physical presence in the space of their absence.]

[enchantressofore]

[She's staring at him, surprised. It doesn't replace the one she lost, no, but... It still makes sense, even as drunk as she is.]

You think so...?

[Without warning she reaches a hand to touch Jean's arm gently, and she's still clearly flushed and not realizing just what she's saying.]

You... You're... Good man. You're a good man, Jean. Really good...

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[wipesfaith]

[.....What is she doing. What is that look she's giving him. He just stares in surprise for a moment before embarrassment settles in, turning his face a soft red.]

[wipesfaith]

...I'm just saying what I think. That's all.

[He hasn't pulled his arm away from her touch or brushed her off, though. After a pause, he reaches for his beer again and knocks some more back.]

[enchantressofore]

I mean it. [She sits up a bit more then, gulping down her water with new vigor and sighing loudly once it was down. Cold! But good! Even so, it will likely be quite some time before Adela sobers up - even with all of the water that she's drinking.]

If you'll es'cuse me... I m'gonna jus'... Go over there.

[And by there she means... Well, she has to get it out of her system one way or the other.]

[wipesfaith]

...Huh? Wait, where are you going?

[He steals her glass to take a whiff of it - that was water she was drinking, right?]

[enchantressofore]

[She still doesn't answer, making her way to the washrooms however she can before slipping into the women's washroom. And yes, Jean, that was water she was drinking.]

[wipesfaith]

[...Well, that answers that question. He hopes she's pissing rather than vomiting the booze out of her system. For a second, he wonders if he should go check on her, but...awkward. Nope, not going there.]