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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[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?"