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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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[notlewis]

Okay. Super tall alien babe. It could be weirder.

Luis cleared his throat and watched her motions carefully. Well, she apparently understood him. But didn't say anything.

"I'm enjoying myself, yes. It's about time I get out of that stuffy lab and off that stuffy ship for a while."

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

Nehaalista wrinkled her nose and nodded in agreement, toying with the barbels under her ears. Humans were kind of adorable, being so small, but that was probably just the heat of the club and the endorphins rushing pell-mell through her body talking.

Nehaalista fished her omnicomm out of her sleeve where she'd strapped it and wrote, I completely agree with you. About the stuffy ship bit. I haven't actually gone to the labs. Which was probably better, actually.

[notlewis]

Oh. She must be mute, then.

"The labs are probably four times as stuffy," he groaned. "I wouldn't go in there if it wasn't my job. Actually, that's a dirty lie, I spend more time in there than must be healthy but, eh, I always was a workaholic."

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

So very mute.

Nehaalista laughed silently, and quickly typed, Well, there isn't anything wrong with working hard. From one Workaholic to another, it was the highest praise. I enjoy it, myself.