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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[staturity]

"It's not that hard, you just move around and pretend you know what you're doing. I think." Really, she wasn't sure either.

...You know, why couldn't they just go back to making out?

"But we can try that later." She tugged Nate back in for another kiss, sliding her arms around him this time.

[wheresmysuit.livejournal.com]

"...Really? That's some really good pretending over there." He nodded toward a pair on the dancefloor who seemed to be in a world of their own, their motions matched perfectly as they flowed together as one.

That was a good question. And one that merited further-

And oh wait, more kissing. He could definitely get used to this. Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer against himself. Jonas who?

[staturity]

Dancing at nightclubs? Not bad. Making out at night clubs? Awesome.

Talk about motions matching perfectly and flowing together as one. Well, they weren't quite there. Yet.

Cassie stroked down the back of Nate's neck.

Totally awesome.