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Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

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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[ Erwin quite likes coffee, and this is the first time he's had it since arriving in Luceti. It smells good. He gives a shake of his head at the offer of cream or sugar, however. He's used to conserving both at home, and never takes them in his coffee, so he'll take it just as it is. ]

/You're good at this./

[ Bartending, that is. ]

/Any other skills you've been hiding from me?/

[ He's being more playful than serious, as the quirk of his lips will indicate, but as always, Erwin doesn't ask questions he doesn't genuinely want to know the answer to. ]

[Ginia accepts the compliment with a small smile. Bartending is something she's good at and she knows it. Keeping up with the ebb and flow of patrons, juggling drink orders, remembering hundreds of drinks and its variations, this was her life.]

/I can't spill all of my secrets./

[Just as playful, just as serious.]

[ A resigned shake of his head. ]

/Of course not./

[ That would be too easy. She's good at keeping his interest, at any rate. And she makes good coffee. ]

/You keep yourself busy./

[ Going on missions, keeping the stations stocked, training, and now this; and these are only the activities Erwin knows of. Ginia is like him in this regard, he thinks; unable to remain idle for long. ]

/I like to be helpful./

[Be helpful, stay alive. It's a mantra of sorts even if there's no foundation behind it. But it keeps her busy and it fills her time. Because for a city girl used to the lights and the noise, the a village in the woods is too quiet for her. She needs a routine, she needs a purpose, and just maybe she needs something to keep herself distracted to keep the nightmares at bay.]

/Have to say I'm surprised to see you here./

/Why is that?/

[ He can guess. This isn't a place he would be voluntarily if he didn't think it was a good chance to gather intel. ]

/Noisy. Confusing./

[Knowing confuse isn't one of the words she's taught them yet, she'll fingerspell the word, then repeat it. Disorienting is a better word, but there isn't a sign and confuse works well enough.]

/But a good place for drinks, information, and I'm here./

[Ginia smiles teasingly and leans forward a little.]

/Going to go dancing later?/

[ 'Confuse.' Got it. ]

/Exactly right. Three good reasons./

[ If he were a man who drinks, that is. But the coffee is quite literally better than he's had in years, and even that alone would make this excursion worthwhile. Returning her smile, he gives the dancefloor a cursory look. ]

/Is that dancing?/

[Ginia grins and chuffs lightly. The music definitely, but the bump and grind of the dance floor would be interesting to watch.]

/Where I'm from, yes, and I'd be out there too if I wasn't working. But I'm a bit more of a classic dancer./

[She'll let that hint of her other talents slide.]

[ Imagining Ginia moving like that is...interesting. And he assumes that what she calls 'classical' dance is more along the lines of what he is used to. ]

/I am not much of a dancer. I W-A-L-T-Z decently, but anything else is beyond me./

/I'll have to ask for a dance if the opportunity arises./

/I would be honored./

[ And here's his most charming smile, of course. ]

[It's a very nice and very charming smile, but it doesn't fool Ginia. She returns the smile.]

/As you say, but one day you'll have to prove you're more than just talk and charming smiles./

[ And she has a nice smile, too, but there is more to both of them than that. ]

/Would a dance prove that?/

[ A raised brow. ]

/I think fitting you for a harness would do more for my credibility./

/Going to help me with the fitting yourself?/

/Yes. Who else?/

/L-E-V-I could, or one of the C-A-D-E-T-S./

[Her smile grows a little more teasing. A facetious statement, but she can imagine the two cadets getting a little flustered and Levi rolling his eyes.]

/Set a date./

/No, they couldn't./

[ For pretty much exactly the reasons she's thinking. ]

/Two weeks./

[ Did he just unknowingly suggest Valentine's Day? Yup. ]

[Two weeks out... Ginia calculate the date and her smile briefly fades into a frown. Nope, nope, nope.]

/I might be busy then./

[And by busy, she means hoping she's out on a mission to avoid whatever shift might happen in the village.]

/But I'll let you when I'm free./

[ Busy? Telling him to pick a date had suggested she would be free, but it seems his suggestion had landed on the one day that wouldn't work for her. He's curious, but won't ask. ]

/Please do. You know where to find me./

[Indeed she does. But time will tell. Maybe she'll be out on a mission, maybe she won't. ~~Spoilers, she will be.~~]

/Been here almost a month. How do you feel?/

/Old./

[ Both in reference to the other residents, and to the world itself: even the technology that seems commonplace is far beyond what he ever could have imagined. ]

/You're very handsome for an old man./

[She can't help the grin, though she knows how he feels in regards to age.]

/How old are you?/

/L-E-V-I says I have too many wrinkles./

[ A wry smile. ]

/3-7./

/L-E-V-I is an idiot./

[But 37. They're the same age, which is an odd bit of reassurance.]

/When's your birthday?/

[ He chuckles at that, shaking his head. But he isn't above a little good-humored teasing of Levi, even if he isn't around to hear it. ]

/O-C-T-O-B-E-R. Yours?/

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