oontz oontz oontz oontz [open]

[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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[telekinetic_badass]

"A dog has masters, not friends," he corrected casually, almost as if he was talking to a child. "You might want to keep that in mind, pup."

He clapped Tony on the shoulder, then looked over at Kate. "Princess," he stated, by way of good-bye, and walked off.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

Tony's nostrils flared and his whole body tensed. That was a clear, vocal challenge if he ever heard one. Not to mention the sting of the insults was enough to make his beast slaver and rave for Julian's head. With visible effort he prevented himself from trying to take off Julian's head. Then again, when you were a Bone Gnawer, you got used to it. Not that the Rage cared whether you could deal with the insults mentally or not. He watched Julian go, biting back a growl.

"...Prick."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate looked pretty livid herself, like she wanted to punch that smug look at the jerk for good.

She yelled after Julian, hoping that every woman he tried to hit on heard her, "YOU SAD PATHETIC ASSHOLE! HOPE IT FEELS GOOD THAT YOU ONLY USE WOMEN AND INSULT PEOPLE TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR SAD LIFE!"

She sighed, and turned back to Tony, "Sorry, I know he's not worth it, but he really deserves a beatdown one of these days."

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"Trust me," Tony grouched, "I know. Was resistin' the urge to go warform on his ass right here."

Still, he looked pleased. "Nice string of insults you got there, though. And... uh..."

He was still a bit awkward about this sort of thing. "...I like the dress."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was still shaking with anger a little and forced herself to fully calm down. Remembering one of the sensei she trained under breathing exercises helped.

She reached out to touch his hand, "Thanks. Want to dance?"

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

Tony took a few more moments to force the rage back down. He grumbled and then slowly nodded as a wry smile spread across his face. "...Alright. Dunno how good at it I'm gonna be, though."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"I could show you how. Slow dance is the easiest after all. You can just sway back and forth. And I know some other steps." She then demonstrated one of the simpler modern dances from her world. Between her training and her photographic memory, she had figured out how to duplicate the steps.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"...alright." He raised his hands awkwardly, glancing down at his feet. Slow dancing. Why did it have to be slow dancing? He wasn't a dancing kind of guy. He tried to keep up, imitating Kate as he tried to keep the beat.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She tried to use her hand gently under his chin to direct his face upward.

"Hey, you're doing fine. Relax, ok?"

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"I am relaxed! I just don't wanna step on your toes..." Tony grinned wryly as he finally glanced up. He could do this. How hard could dancing be compared to combat?

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She gave a quiet laugh at that, "My toes are fine. It's ok." She then gestured to somebody who looked like their dance style was a cross between a dying bird and a seizure.

"And it's a lot better than that guy."

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"If you say so..." He managed a grin as he kept his gaze up (although he still fervently hoped he wasn't about to walk all over her feet). Her gesture diverted his attention and for a moment he watched the other dancer with an expression locked somewhere between amusement and horror.

"...if I ever look like that, put me down for m'own good."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate's feet were pretty intact so far. Then again, she was being careful to avoid his feet as they moved.

She laughed more, "Sure. Got some tranq arrows."

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"Works for me," Tony laughed. "Just try and spare what pride I still got, alright?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"I will," She then gently leaned her forehead against his, and lightly nuzzled a little. "Don't worry so much, ok?"