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

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue peeled opened her eyes at that familiar accent.]

Well, look who's wearin' sunglasses at night.

[She gave him a small smile and reached out for the glass.]

What's this?

[cajunspice]

Ya know, I be really startin' to doubt my fashion sense, everyone be pickin' on them. [He wouldn't give that sort of opening to others, but Rogue was a little different. She didn't need any opportunity, she struck no matter what.]

Soda, alcohol, in various amounts. [Remy offered a smirk at her.] Don't worry, I ain't tryin' to get ya drunk.

[touchofrogue]

Next time, don't take your fashion sense out of a song. [She said with a grin.

Her eyes widened a little at the contents of the drink. Her favorite. She probably wouldn't have taken it otherwise, but as it was, she did.]

Takes more'n a little alcohol to get me drunk. [Loss of control, though, sloppiness? She had to be more careful than most. She took a sip of the drink, liked it, and her smile soften slightly.] Havin' a nice time?

[cajunspice]

Nice change for the previous pace, so can't complain.

Where's ya worse half? [Couldn't be far, considering her choice of dress.] Turning wine back to water 'round the club?

[touchofrogue]

I think you've got him confused with the sobriety police. ['Worse half,' ha. The words tugged her lips down into a frown, but she wasn't going to fly off the handle for it. It was just Gambit being Gambit.] I needed a break from dancin', and I didn't want him just hangin' out over here. So he's off talkin' to Wanda for a bit.

[cajunspice]

Ah, so my master plan to ask if ya wanna dance hits a snag, hein? Shame, sure ya be a bon mover. [A loaded line, but as Rogue well knows, just Remy being Remy.] Just damagin' the liver instead then?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue snorted into her cup. It was true; she didn't pay him any mind.]

I'm a crap dancer. [It's actually... extremely truthful, and she hoped that they wouldn't have to get into why. It certainly wasn't a physical or rhythmic flaw.] But Loki loves it. I'd better dance with the one that brought me. Or... that I brought. Whichever.

[She shrugged and took a sip from her drink.] An' if I die before I wake... I'll be back in a week.

[cajunspice]

Break my heart, Roguey. 'nd I thought we had something special. [Putting a hand to his chest over his heart.]

Nice confidence ya got there, mais 'less ya be startin' a new religion, or go for reincarnation, don't see it somehow.

[touchofrogue]

'Special,' all right. [She nodded her head in agreement, amusement showing in the corners of her eyes.] Just like ridin' the short bus.

[But she raised an eye at that comment.] Don't tell me you haven't read the guide yet, Swamp Rat.

[cajunspice]

Quoi? Ya 'ccusin' me of not followin' instructions of ya's? Ya just keep with those hits, cherie. [That still wasn't an answer. He may have skimmed it all, came across the death article in it and put it aside for later. Not that it mattered, Remy had no plans to get himself killed even if he would come back. Death was death, and he was pretty sure death here would still hurt as much as back home.]