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

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia picks up the pen and twirls it in her fingers as she thinks. It's selfish wanting people here because she knows it's the only chance she'll ever be able to see anyone. But at the same time, Luceti is better than her world in a lot of ways and no different in others.]

Erika Rosenfel
Evan Brown - may use a different name, is missing his left arm.

[After some thought, she jots down a third name. She wouldn't be happy to see him, but if he shows up, better things get out of the way fast.]

Avery Solana/Blanc Leoprid

[wipesfaith]

[He finishes a few more fries as he glances down at the brief list.]

Friends of yours?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Friends. hm. A weighty word. They were, but what they knew could change things too.]

Allies [She writes on the piece of paper. It's the easiest explanation she can give.

[wipesfaith]

[He can't tell if that's an addendum or a correction.]

Okay, got it. [Taking the piece of paper back, he carefully tears it in two - one list for her to refer to, one for him.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[The answer is yes.

Ginia takes her half of the list, folds it, and tucks it into her pocket.]

I should get back to work soon. Want anything else? More food? Another beer?

[wipesfaith]

[He inserts his half of the list in the front cover of his journal, returning it to his coat pocket.]

All this should last me a while, thanks. I wasn't planning on getting drunk tonight. [Could be a bad habit to fall into - feel down, fill up on booze. He intends to take it slowly.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

Believe me, I'd cut you off before you got drunk.

[She'd also haul him back to his apartment if he did. Ginia rises from her seat and moves over to pat his shoulder.]

Try to have fun tonight, okay?

[wipesfaith]

Thanks, mom. [With a sarcastic edge, but then he softens up.]

No promises, but I'll try.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Mom. Hah. Well, she certainly does mother him. She smirks.]

Watch it son, I can cut you off from the bar.

Good. Take care.

[wipesfaith]

[He manages a faint laugh at that.]

Yeah, you too.