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

[shades_of_jean]

[How telepathy worked was pretty much unique to various individuals. In Jean's case, thinking at her had a very different effect than just thinking. Thinking of her had a similar though lessened reaction. It was sort of like a bell going off in her head. "hey-- someone's thinking at you, do you want to listen?"

Clearly right now she does.

As far as she's concerned, she's still being subtle. After all-- that comment was unspoken.]

So I've noticed.

[Carrying on a spoken and unspoken conversation at the same time is a talent Jean has cultivated for a few years now. Not everyone can do it.]

< Funny... Your mouth is what I'm interested in. >

[On the other hand, who really needs subtlety.]

[cajunspice]

[Huh, so it did work. Good to know.]

Ain't no fun in bein' stuck as one of the flock now.

[The duel conversation isn't as practiced for Remy, since he lacks the telepathy ability, but he's more or less keeping up, without too many pauses.]

< Well, hate to keep a belle femme waitin', 'specially after such a request.>

[shades_of_jean]

So, you continue on, being the black sheep of whatever flock you're in? ... Sounds a little exhausting, to me.

[Jean is very secretly pleased with that response. Lord knows she never got anything like that from Duncan.]

< A shame we're still at this club, then. >

[cajunspice]

Lets change that, shall we? [Screw telepathy, since going to be leaving this scene anyway. Finishing off the last of his drink in one long swallow, Remy twisted on his seat until he was back on his feet, offering a hand to her to let her stand then resting it once again on the small of her back.]

[Glad he came along for the opening after all.]