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oontz oontz oontz oontz [open]
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 someterrible mood music.]
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
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He grins back at her and leans a little forward. "And trust me, cariña, you are pulling it off spectacularly."
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"You're a charmer, aren't you?" She reaches one hand up to flick her hair off her shoulders with one sweep of a hand and tilt of the head to accent the dazzling smile.
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He was trying to remember if he'd met her before-- seen her on the ship, certainly, but he didn't remember hitting on her before (which meant he had yet to strike out with her. Hurray!)
"Having a good time?"
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She nods her head, ponytail bobbing. "Mhmm. I love dancing. I used to dance all the time with my friends back home." Her smile lessens a few molars after she says this.
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Luis did notice the sudden change in her smile, and quickly tried to change the subject. "You are certainly what they might call the belle of the ball. I might be the luckiest guy in here, at the moment."
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She smiles a little weakly, but still the dazzle is there. "It all just feels like some big illusion, y'know? Sometimes I have these moments where I keep thinking that maybe I'll just wake-up and there will be my teammates and my husband standing over me, wondering just how hard I got hit by that wreckage."
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Ah well. Better roll with it. "I know what you mean," he agreed. "All my time on the ship has felt like some kind of fever dream. I wonder if or when I'll wake up and be back where I was." Dying on a floor with a football-sized hole in his chest.
He tapped his fingers idly on the table beside him. "Guess it's all we can do to just live in the moment, sí?"
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"Would you like to dance?" she puts out her hand.
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He tipped back the rest of his drink and set his glass down, standing up. "But you have to promise not to show me up too badly, okay?"
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"Though rightfully, distracted with the loveliest woman in the place."
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And...
"You remind me of my teammate, Ultra Boy, always a charmer. Only you aren't trying to cop a feel like he would." She pulls him out onto the roomiest part of the dance floor.
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And believe it or not, he actually knows his way around a dance floor. Madrid wasn't known as a party city for nothing. "I'm going to take that as a compliment," he said. "But I always strive to be a gentleman." No feel-copping here, no sir.
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She looks up at him with a thankful look. "Thank Cassandra for that!"
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"Of course, with a woman as beautiful as you, you can almost hardly blame a guy, sí?"
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She laughs. And it sounds like that is what she's done for a long while. Laughing. Although, there are times when it is used as a crutch and as a false term.
"Oh please stop. You're charm is putting me under a spell." Her full, painted-red lips curve in amusement.
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He reached up to brush his hair out of his face and smiled right back at her. "Baby, that's only going to encourage me to continue, you know," he said."
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Nura's eyes widen with intrigue. "Laboratory, really? My husband is a brainiac - and I mean that literally - and he would spend hours upon hours holed up in the Lab Complex with his tools and gadgets and..." she then realizes how silly she sounds. She's dancing with this nice man and here she is talking
braggingabout her husband."He's a lab-rat," she says a little quietly.
Nura is not going to put this harmless flirtation to a stop. It's good for her bubbling ego (though, she doesn't really need it, but after being considered 'Mommy' by Ben and, she thinks, Sofia, she wants it).
"Can't say that I mind that fact, really," she says, lips quirked deviously at the corners.