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

[neversurrender]

I was never under the impression you were trying. You've already proven you care little about what I think.

[complicatedliar]

Perhaps you ought to pay better attention.

Though in general, caring about the opinions of others is a losing game. Particularly one's enemies, yes? You certainly don't care what I think either.

[neversurrender]

I don't agree with what you think most of the time, Loki. That's different from not caring. I just don't care about what you think of me in particular.

[complicatedliar]

Oh, are we splitting hairs at that level? Then our attitudes are actually much the same.

[Because it actually is useful to know what other people think about certain topics. Points at which buttons to push, if nothing else.]

[neversurrender]

Then we finally have something we can agree on. [And he manages to say this with a mostly straight face. See? Improvement.]

[complicatedliar]

The world might end. What next, the color of the sky?

[neversurrender]

I don't know about that. Hell might be a little chilly though.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki stares at Steve for a long moment, then smiles.]

Much colder than you might imagine.