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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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[Yeah, she is pretty soft, isn't she? He even thinks about it for half a second before he shakes his head, as if trying to clear the alcohol out of it. He shifts under her, trying to sit upright.]

I'm fine. But your powers...

[He's super-sensitive to things like that. After all, he's certainly had his fair share of public displays.]

[She sits up, straddling him now, looking at her hands, fingers splayed in an almost jazz-hands position. How on earth she is still, y'know, inside her dress after a tumble like that is a miracle. Or, more likely with this one, just home-grown magic.

She rolls her fingers, joint by joint. It's a little eery, actually, since most people don't have quite that level of control over the individual joints in their fingers.]

Sorry-- I just-- sorry.

[She takes a deep breath and lets it out, trying to calm herself, her aura flickering down.]

[She can't see it through the glasses, but his eyes go completely wide. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the way she flexes her fingers. (Hint: it's the fact that there's a beautiful girl in a flashy dress on top of him.)

His hand slowly leaves her shoulder, his hands not exactly sure where they should go. So they just sort of hang awkwardly in the air.]

Uh, don't worry about it. Really.

[Wanda, meanwhile, is not entirely sure how to get up. If she gets her feet under her in this position, her knees will go forward, and Scott will have one HELL of a view then. but to get up backwards, she'll either need to brace against him, or lean forward to get a hand on the floor and push against that.]

You're, uh-- really not used to drinking then.

[She's stalling, trying to think of the best option.]

[The view's too good as it is. If she leans forward, then his poor, teenage mind won't be able to take it. But the fact that she's not moving isn't exactly doing his modesty any favors.]

Yeah, I'm... really not.

[He looks away, clearly a little nervous. Of course, the silver lining of all this is that he doesn't have time to think about seeing Jean being friendly with a certain one of Wanda's father's henchmen.]

[Tonight is just not your night, is it, Slim. Taking her cue from his earlier actions, Wanda OH so awkwardly puts a hand on his shoulder, and does her best to push herself to a standing position. It's far from graceful, but it gets the job done, at which point she simply steps over him, so she's not... over him anymore.]

Here-- let me help you up? [She offers him a hand, because it went SO well last time. But at least this time he's not falling.]

[He hesitates for a moment at the hand, not because she is who she is, but because his mind is still a little focused on the fact that he just made an ass of himself. And that they were just tangled in an awkward mess.

But he does take it, and thankfully, he's a lightweight in more ways than one. He pulls himself to his feet with her help, shaky but upright.]

I'm really sorry about that. I guess... I kind of overdid it...

No... Don't be sorry. I've seen over doing it before, and you still have all your clothes on, so I think you're doing really well. ... We just shouldn't put you on a stool. C'mon. One of the booth's is empty, you can sit down there.

[She takes him by the arm, carefully, not wanting him to fall again, concerned.]

[He hangs his head low as she leads him along, now embarrassed as well as humiliated and hurt and all kinds of other negative emotions that the alcohol isn't really helping.]

I could... probably lose the jacket...

[It's a little hot, after all.]

... You did say you needed to cool off. [She has no idea she's embarrassing him right now; she only wants to help!] Here... you can sprawl out in here, a bit, and I'll take your jacket.

[He shrugs himself out of the jacket, his cheeks burning red - a fact thankfully obscured by the lighting in the club - and clumsily climbs into the booth, curling himself into a ball-like shape as far from the view of the other clubgoers as he can get. The jacket gets left on the table in the transition.]

...Thanks for taking care of me. [He sounds a little subdued, his words ever so slightly slurred together.] You know, you're my... my favorite member of the Brotherhood. Which... might not be saying a lot, but... still...

[And now the alcohol has made him just start saying things. Before he even gets a chance to think about them.]

[Folding the jacket over the back of the booth, Wanda blinks at him, confused for a second. She heard "Witch might not be saying", thinking he's talking about her, but she shrugs it off.]

Kurt... is my favourite member of your team. ... But having gotten to talk with you-- not in the middle of a fight makes me think you're pretty-- [do NOT say "great." Do not let him know you think Kurt is great. ] Good. Too.

[Smoooooooth. She sits down next to him.]

Kurt's... a good guy. My best friend. [He leans an arm on the table, lazily pointing as he talks.] I think... it would be nice if we could work together more. You, me, an' Kurt. Just the three of us.

[Is that a little bit of bitterness in his voice over a certain redhead? Oh, of course it is. He's more bitter about it than that vodka was without the cranberry juice.]

[Wanda perks up, slightly at this suggestion.] ... Really? You guys would want to work with... me? [WITHOUT Jean? Maybe finally being away from Xavier's omnipresent telepathic brainwaves is finally paying off! The boys want to get away form the psychics!]

Of course. All of us mutants... we gotta stick together, right? 'Sides... [He settles into his part of the booth, getting comfortable.] I need to hang out with Kurt more. He's a really good friend.

~~[He doesn't go flirt with other men and leave him drunk in a club. ...Wait.]~~

Yes, exactly! [She is very enthusiastic about that idea. That's pretty much all she's ever wanted. To stop all the infighting and focus on the REAL problems; the humans that would oppress them.] We should all-- stick together. And hang out. ... And be friends.

~~[Wanda is in for a rude surprise if that's not the case. ]~~

[Of course, in Scott's perspective, it's a little different. It's fighting to protect mutants, yes, but also to earn humanity's trust and show that mutants aren't some kind of menace. Unfortunately, that's a difficult thing to turn troubled mutants around on.

He gives her a loopy, sincere smile, his hand resting on the table.] ...I'd like that, Wanda.

[She smiles, feeling very happy now, forgetting her previous embarrassment of having straddled him. The most X-man-ish X-man wants to spend time with her! That's amazing!]

You're-- much nicer than everyone says. ... A lot more fun, too. [He's also a lot more drunk than most people are used to him, Wanda.]

[He sits up a little, a cockeyed smile on his face. It's amazing how well they can get along when they don't have to worry about humans distrusting mutants here.]

Hey... we should dance. If... I can stay on my feet. [And that's a pretty big if, Scotty.]

[She lights up like goddamn Christmas at that suggestion. (Though not literally, her powers still in check.)] Yes! Yes! We should! I love dancing.

[She is on her feet in a flash; One can't be related to quicksilver and not pick up some things. She grabs his hand, pulling lightly towards the dance floor.

THIS WILL GO WELL IN ALL WAYS.]

Whoa--! [He gets pulled along for the ride, but to his credit, now that he's used to the room swaying back and forth, he's a lot steadier. And perhaps a bit less inhibited, too, once she gets him out onto the floor.]

Haha, you sure know how to cheer a guy up.

... I don't know why you were sad ... but dancing always cheers me up!

[Wanda, as it turns out knows how to dance, moving through her hips, arms swimming through the arms, laughing lightly. Her powers flare up occasionally, her aura sparking, but it's ~~hopefully~~ contained to just a light show.]

[He's actually a little surprised that she didn't pick up on it, what with his drinking and everything. After all, he's Scott Summers. If he's not doing homework or training or telling his teammates to settle down, there's a distinct possibility he's upset by something.

Still, he just keeps on dancing, finding his movements a little freer than they'd been before. She looks... good. It's good to see her cutting loose and enjoying herself, that is.]

Hey, you know what? You might be right.

[Wanda is, unfortunately, really, really oblivious. She's also apparently learning all sorts of new things about Scott, so it's hard to get a base line. ]

No-one's ever said that before...!

[She still thinks he's fun. Of course she doesn't know him yet.]

Oh, I know how that feels. Or when someone tells me I'm right, she's saying it sarcastically.

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

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