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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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[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

She laughs. "Shouldn't I be worried about being shown up? There are a lot of women glaring into the back of my head, y'know?"

[notlewis]

"Over me? Nah, amiga, they're probably just happy I'm distracted," Luis teased her, and followed along behind her.

"Though rightfully, distracted with the loveliest woman in the place."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura arches a brow at him. "The blonde looks like she wants to crack my head open with her martini glass."

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.

[notlewis]

"Ah, I'm sure she just wishes she had your moves." Luis is happy to be dragged out behind her.

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.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

There is bubbly giggle from Nura's throat. What a dear. "Well you certainly have more manners than he does. I can't remeber a time when he didn't take advantage of a hug and made a poor excuse that his hand slipped."

[notlewis]

"That's appalling," Luis said, sounding very disappointed in this person he didn't even know. "I assure you, you don't have to worry about that with me."

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head lightly. "It's not really his fault, I suppose. He didn't exactly have a very happy childhood. None of my teammates did, really. Opression being a batwitch and everything."

She looks up at him with a thankful look. "Thank Cassandra for that!"

[notlewis]

He grinned and just pretended he knew what she was talking about. "Ah well, people are people, you know?"

"Of course, with a woman as beautiful as you, you can almost hardly blame a guy, sí?"

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"And teammates are teammates," she says with a roll of the eyes skywards. "Can't live with them...but when it comes to a crisis in terror where you are faced with a blaster aimed at your forehead...you can't live without them."

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.

[notlewis]

"I can't say teamwork becomes that frightening when you are holed up in a laboratory all day," Luis admitted with a little shrug. "But it certainly helps to have more than one person looking at the problem."

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."

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

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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 bragging about 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.