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.]

Comments

[fieldpromoted]

"Now why would I do that? The face may not work, but that doesn't mean it isn't cute." She grinned, setting her drink aside near his. It was almost finished anyway and when she asked the bartender for bite, man did she get it.

Of course she only swayed a little when she pushed off from the wall. Pride and all that. She held out her hand to him and smiled a wicked little smile. "Show me what you've got, bárbaro."

[notlewis]

"Well thank you. I'll have to remember that for future reference."

Luis took her hand and led her out to an open area of the floor. It probably came as a surprise to anybody who dismissed him as a pasty nerd, but he actually did know his way around a dance floor. "Do they cover dancing in basic training, Miss Marine?" he asked, still in a teasing tone.

[fieldpromoted]

"Ballroom dancing, yes. Something like this?" She gave a little twist with her hips, feeling the beat thrum up through the dance floor. It was like some kind of fusion of Latin and electronic beat - well, music was music no matter where you went, she supposed.

"That's the kind of thing you aren't taught."