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[notlewis]

Good news, denizens of the good ship Stacy: Zokez II had quite the night life.

There was a club a short distance from the beach that promised "the hoppingingingest night in the city" in multiple languages (the message got across, at least) and once dusk had fallen you could hear the music from blocks away. Venturing inside would show off an interior design that looked like somebody had fallen in love with the neon black light posters of Earth's 1970s, with brightly colored and oddly shaped couches, stools, tables and bars. Even the drink cups looked like they'd taken a spin in a too-hot dishwasher, all varieties of strange and squiggly shapes. Aliens of all shapes and sizes had taken up along the walls and the holographic dance floor and the good times were certainly rolling.

As was the alcohol.

[ooc: OH GOD IT'S A *SPACE NIGHTCLUB*. Have at, party animals.

Here's some terrible mood music.]

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Line up here to be hit on, ladies

[notlewis]

For the first time since all this magical outer space science fiction movie bullshit started, Luis was starting to enjoy himself.

Really enjoy himself. A round of shopping for some actual clothing, a round of drinks, a round of party stories exchanged with these really friendly aliens and a round of really friendly alien babes...

The new frontier indeed.

He was currently taking a breather off on the side of the club, looking pleased. And like he was on his eight or ninth drink of the evening.

Re: Line up here to be hit on, ladies

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

Sofia was not only also taking a breather but drinking yet another drink, perhaps her third. She smiled at Luis. She had not talked to him but she knew of him, and she knew he could speak Spanish, which is why she didn't bother with the customary hello.

"Hola."

[notlewis]

"Hola, beautiful lady," Luis replied, with the charm turned up to a 10. Turns out, it's just as nice hearing your native language on an alien planet as you think it might be. Made it easier to forget that half the people around you had more than four limbs.

"Having a good time?"

Luis and dancing and flirting! Oh my!

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

(http://photobucket.com)
Nura drops into a seat adjacent to his with a tired sigh. She's wearing her orange dress with tight little shoes (http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446359441&afsrc=1&site_refer=GGLBASE001&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=ParentItem0434547448146) stunning new . She heaves out a sigh, raising her hand to brow to wipe away the sweat.

When the Legionnaire gets into a dancing fever, she dances. Her feet ache from a job well done of rapidly moving to the highly-contagious beat on the dance floor. White hair that had gotten out of her ponytail adhere to her forehead.

She glistens.

[notlewis]

He certainly notices and with a few seconds grace period (for the casual approach, you see) he turns to face her, drink in hand.

"Hey, señorita. I have to say, I've seen some dancers but you look like a vision out there."

Oh, Luis <3

[fieldpromoted]

It had been a long time since Trudy had shore leave, and she intended to make the most of it. A lot of the fashions she'd seen had been for considerably more bizarre creatures than bipedal humanoids, but she'd finally managed to find a boutique that carried something in her size.

Not just any something, either - a free-flowing knee length cocktail dress in a very eye-catching shade of coral. She had spent more time than probably necessary making sure her hair looked good, but hey, this was a night out on the town and she was going to enjoy it.

After a brief stop by the bar of this particular nightclub, where she asked the bartender for something with bite, she wandered around the edges of the floor, looking over the frequently oddly-shaped crowed.

And well, there was a familiar face. "Hola, you look to be enjoying yourself," she said, leaning up against the wall next to Luis.

Re: Line up here to be hit on, ladies

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

Nehaalista hadn't been prepared for how loud the night club was going to be. She'd always been used to more outside celebrations, but this was as good as anything else. The dress (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41PNIuqlQTL._SL400_.jpg) she'd been convinced to was at least functional enough for this. Or at least, that's what she'd been told.

It had to be tailored on the spot to make room for her tail, but in the end, had been worth it. After dancing for a while, (the draenei equivalent of which seemed to focus on muscle control and how to separate the rolling of ones hips from the rest of them) Nehaalista retired to the sidelines next to Luis, twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she drank water.

Re: Line up here to be hit on, ladies

[sanguineroyal.livejournal.com]

Nanashi happened to be standing nearby, and if there was anything she liked seeing, it was a handsome human with inhibitions lowered by alcohol. It was always good news for her, she could get alcohol, blood, and sex out of an intoxicated human.

And the new dress she was rocking showed off every curve of her body. It was black, with a slit up to the waist and a low cut front. Normally she wore pants under it, but she had bought herself a swimsuit earlier, and was still wearing it under the dress.

The black ankle- boot stilettos did not hurt her image either. They clicked against the floor as she strutted toward Louis. Leaning against the wall next to him she smiled a seductive grin, "Well, hello there handsome."

Re: Line up here to be hit on, ladies

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

She's sweating as she takes her first break of the night, grinning widely when she arrives at the bar. A quick snap of the fingers, and the sweat's gone, leaving her fresh, her skin practically glowing with health. She tugs on a pointed ear for a second, examining the selection, and leans toward Luis.

"Hey. You're human. What's good?"

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

Her broken ribs were almost healed but she didn't let that stop her from enjoying herself on the dance floor. She was young, beautiful, and overflowing with energy. It drew more than a few young men and she did not mind. She enjoyed the attention and the flirting. It was good to feel wanted. But more than that, it was good just to dance.

I spoil you bb

[terribly2shy.livejournal.com]

It had taken a whopping can of Encouragement to get Laurie out onto the dance floor. She's shaking her fists like they are maracas and trying to move her feet to the same beat that Sofia's are expertly moving to.

"I'm not really good at this," she comes to a stop with a sigh. "I'm the awkward turtle, not the dancing flamingo." Did she even say that right?

On the dancefloor!

[sonotasuperhero.livejournal.com]

Ava had been on the dancefloor for the better part of an hour, and she didn't show any signs of stopping yet. Sure, the beach was nice during the day, but at night? Everyone knew that the place to be at night was at one of the beaches' nightclubs, and it was nice to know that some things didn't change no matter what planet they were on.

As the song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYCKGG4VOZY&feature=related) changed, Ava kept dancing. She should probably take a break soon, but for now she was content to just dance.

Re: On the dancefloor!

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

"Ava!" Sofia waved and headed over (or rather danced over) to her friend. "Is it just me or is this inspiring you?" Space prom!

[terribly2shy.livejournal.com]

Laurie isn't as bright and "overflowing with energy" as Sofia is. She's more of an awkward turtle trying to move her hips in the right direction while glancing around the club every so often to see if anyone is staring and pointing, jeering at her.

"Um..."

At the start of the next ever-long-and-continuing beat of the music, she bows out from the dance floor, heading for the wall so that she can become (as appropriately as her codename is) a wallflower.

She hugs it expertly.

[gunslinging.livejournal.com]

Axl is all about energy, but he figures a few minutes to watch the floor and scope out the moves wouldn't go awry -- and luckily for him, a few minutes is all he'll need to get the idea well enough to look like he was born there.

But for those few minutes, he's hugging the wall as much as Laurie -- and unlike her, he's not afraid to approach somebody new. "Hey. How's it going?"

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

A yelp of something inhuman and through the air came flying...a green ball of fur.

Right.

At.

LAURIE!

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate had bought her cello earlier, and she'd be getting it on the ship soon enough. Time to relax more. She had picked out a cute purple dress to wear out. So she was in the club, enjoying the music and dancing a little.

[telekinetic_badass]

He had watched her for a minute or two from the bar, sort of internally debating whether or not to hit on her. He still held a grudge against the Avengers on principle, but he hadn't gotten laid in a while, and the way she was moving...

...

...it was a really tough choice. But, eventually he found himself near her on the dance floor.

"So its looks like the baby Avenger might actually have some moves."

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

Booze, a beat, and plenty of hot young women. Oh yes, Kawalsky was in paradise.

"Ladies."

[silky-doll.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Major."

Sylia was feeling much more in her element in a blue cocktail dress (http://www.my-vogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/BLUE-DRAPED-HALTER-COCKTAIL-MINI-DRESS.jpg), a drink in hand. This place was a bit wild for her liking, but she had followed some of the other crew members in here. And wasn't this a pleasant surprise?

"I wouldn't have taken you for the partying type."

Dancing with my-se-elf

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara had taken Nura's suggestion of visiting a typical night club, wearing the strange glowing pants (http://www.flickr.com/photos/spydahunnyclothing/4253500298/) and shirt (http://technabob.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/lumigram_red_top.jpg) she'd just bought. The noise was something she'd not expected: the music was somehow able to move in a faster way, and for a little while, she watched. People all had ways of expelling energy, and dancing had always been one of the more fascinating ways for Katara. For a moment, she wondered why all of the blinking clothing, lights, and OOMPH from the subwoofer base was necessary.

And then this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQTedx7l8wg") came on, and Katara found herself on the dance floor, almost blind to anyone else. As she moved, the color of her shirt changed to a glowing purple, and she became an equally flowing color with it, a part of the dance floor that had seemed alien to her only a moment ago.

Music moved her motivation, and in it the beauty of the world and people weren't hard to feel all around yourself.

Re: Dancing with my-se-elf

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

(http://photobucket.com)
Nura is used to the dance floor life: the blinking bright lights and the boom boom boom of the speakers thrumming against the floor with little vibrations...just like it was back home - the geeky atmosphere with the neon posters included (because what psuudo-teen experience is complete without misc. artifacts?) The bar, however, is new.

At first she sits there with her slightly liquored water, smiling over the rim of her glass at potential dance partners who give little nudgenudges and winks in her direction. No she tells 33% of them and Perhaps later, Cutie to 67% with a little wink in return.

She's content to keep them waiting just a while longer, when she spots her friend on the dance floor, doing well to attract the attention of many interested and intrigued eyes.

I promised she thinks, her drink being set on the counter. A promise is a promise. She gets up from her seat and, moving through the crowd - sorry boys - she comes to the dance floor where Katara is working that new outfit well enough to have Nura impressed.

"Hey, ho, Katara! Mind if I join you?"

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

In the center of the dance floor, in the thickest crowd, Mei-Xing just stands there, eyes half-open. Occasionally she'll burst into a spot of frenzied dancing, lasting for several minutes, but then she'll fade back to the standing, grinning slightly.

She's not all there in the real world.

Her mind is in the astral realm, twisting and turning and being buffeted by the wild positive emotions filling the room, the thumping of the music almost a pulse in the life of the room. This was the main attraction for her in a dance club. Not the music, not the people (though they certainly had their good points), but the emotions the people felt. It's like being high on novacoke again, for the first time in months.

The song switches to a quick neo-techno beat, and she's twisting into action again.

[staturity]

Cassie hadn't been too sure about coming but she was here to have fun. And anyway Kate was here. She was with her boyfriend and she didn't really want to interrupt them at the moment. They were having fun... just like she probably could be if she hadn't been such a bad girlfriend to Jonas but now while she was still... something to Nate. She didn't know what exactly they were.

Cassie stayed at the edges of the crowd, tapping her leg in time with the music. She was wearing a simple blue dress that came down to her knees. It was cheap but it looked good on her.

[wheresmysuit.livejournal.com]

On the flipside. Nate had gladly taken the excuse to get out of his lab. He hadn't been avoiding Cassie since...well, since they'd done that. Not at all. He'd just had one of his flashes of genius, and thus, like all great and obsessive men, had confined himself to his portion of the lab to see it through to completion. That the device still wasn't finished at the moment, didn't bug him in the slightest. He was close enough that he could afford a few hours of R&R. And maybe Cassie would be here and they could talk.

Stepping into the club, Nate paused at the door to blink at the gaudy surroundings. Well, he knew nightclubs were bright and loud. But really, this was a bit much. Dressed easily in jeans, and a t-shirt, a jacket hastily thrown over that he looked like any normal teenager up to no good. Scanning the crowd, it took him a moment to spot Cassie. But when he did, he grinned to himself, slipping between people to arrive behind her, hopefully she hadn't seen him enter. Or if she had, he'd lost her in the crowd.

Brushing finger across the back of her neck, he spoke, his voice teasing. "Surprise."