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]

/Going to help me with the fitting yourself?/

[corps]

/Yes. Who else?/

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

/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./

[corps]

/No, they couldn't./

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

/Two weeks./

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

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[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./

[corps]

[ 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./

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[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?/

[corps]

/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. ]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

/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?/

[corps]

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

[ A wry smile. ]

/3-7./

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

/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?/

[corps]

[ 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?/

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

/M-A-Y. Makes me older by a few months./

[It's a strange thing to think she'll be celebrating her 38th birthday if she's still around in a few months. Though do birthdays even matter when you've already died? Will she even age?]