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

[reviling]

Which one is she?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia pans the club before spotting Kate at the far end of the bar. She'll have to drop by later to chat with her once things have quieted down, but for now, she'll simply point her out to Levi.]

[reviling]

[Levi simply signs 'thank you' and sips more of the drink she'd made him, casting another look around the club.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia signs back 'you're welcome' before heading off to check off on some customers, clear some glasses, mix a few drinks. It's a busy, near tiring night, but she's loving it.

When she wanders back to Levi, she quickly pours a glass of water for herself and downs it before typing a message.]

Surprised Erwin isn't here. Not his kind of place?

[reviling]

[he reads her message, shrugs.]

He might come around, not sure. He was out when I left.

[there's a pause, and then he adds.]

I'm sure he'll be happy to come flirt with you whenever you like.

[he just kind of tosses the pen down.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia holds back a smile and a soft huff at Levi's words. She picks up his pen and writes neatly below his words:]

Don't be like that, Levi. I'll flirt with you too if you want.

[reviling]

[He flicks her a look, which to anyone used to his looks, could be interpreted as amusement. Otherwise there's not much to differentiate it from his look a moment ago.]

Don't waste your time. I won't enjoy it as much as he will.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[She's learning to read his expressions and also learning how much she can poke at him.]

Nice to know my charms have some affect on him.

[reviling]

I'm sure he'd say the same about you.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia's smile flickers for a second. Maybe, maybe not. She couldn't deny her attraction to him, both for his intelligence and his physical appearance. He was charismatic too. And that she was losing her edge due to a sharp mind and a handsome face was worrisome.]

If you see him late, tell him I said hi.

How's your drink? Want another?

[reviling]

[Oh, that was an interesting reaction, Ginia. He's not going to say anything about it, though. It's pretty obvious there's a mutual attraction between them.]

I will.

Good. Sure.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia grabs a clean glass and the tea and lemonade and swiftly layers up another Arnold Palmer. She sets it on a napkin in front of him and takes her time cleaning up.]

/Your signing is getting better./

[reviling]

/Thanks./

[he sips at the new drink. He could actually have it with alcohol if he wanted, but there's still a lot about this place he doesn't know, and he's not going to risk impaired judgment.]

/Learning from the book isn't easy. Better to practice with you./

[he takes his time working that one out, carefully forming each sign as he does every letter when he writes.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

/Always better practicing with people. You can always find me on the journal or around the village./

[She keeps her signs slow, sticking to words she's taught him, always glad to repeat or spell out words as needed. It's nice being able to use sign language, even if she knows Levi is learning mostly out of tactical purposes.]

[reviling]

/I know. Thanks./

[it is mostly for tactical purposes, but it's also a lot more convenient to communicate with her - especially like this. He doesn't have to shout. Everyone wins.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

/Tell me about yourself. How long have you been in the military? Ask if you don't know the signs./

[The purpose is two-fold; it's good practice for Levi, but she's curious about him too. Getting to know the people she's working with all since the arrangement is beginning to feel more long-term than all of her other alliances.]

[reviling]

[he knows she's looking for information, but he doesn't mind telling her a few things, given that she's by far been the most helpful person they've met here. Still, Levi doesn't really like to talk about himself. Ever. At all.]

.../about 5 years./

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

/That's not very long./

[Honestly, it surprises her. To be fair, a lot can be learned in five years and in a world where the main threat is Titans, five years is probably a good amount of time. Still, it's less than she thought.]

[reviling]

[Levi considers his response, realizes that he doesn't know a certain word, so he writes:]

How do you say 'recruited' ?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia looks at his note. Ah. She taps her chin as she thinks on the sign. When she remembers, she signs the word for recruit.]

[reviling]

[he practices it a couple of times until she gives him approval that he's got it down]

/I was recruited later than most people./

[by "recruited" he means "blackmailed," but details. It's also been closer to six years instead of five.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia gives a small nod. Going off Marco's words, most recruits started when they were around twelve. Levi looks... mid to late twenties, but she had a hunch he was older.]

/Five years and already a captain. Impressive./

[reviling]

/It's not a real title./

[in as much as the rank doesn't technically exist in their order. It's become a name that was applied to him, one he'd 'earned' rather than one assigned or achieved. But it's a bit difficult to explain.]

/I have a special...group./

[he writes:]

Special Operations Squad

/Most people don't live for five years/

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Special ops. Best of the best. It certainly explains his fighting skills and even why he'd be working so closely with Erwin. She nods again, smiles slightly, granting a little more respect.]

/I imagine not./

[The same could even be said for hunters. The rash ones, the dumb ones, the ones seeking glory or just in it for violence, those were the ones taken care of quickly.]

/Any regrets?/ [Ginia signs the word for regret, then fingerspells out the word, then signs it again.]

[reviling]

/No./

[The response comes immediately. Despite everything that's happened recently, he doesn't have regrets. He can't, not if he wants to keep going.]