2935/Hellfire Purgatory Teen Club Grand Opening

Hellfire Purgatory Teen Club Grand Opening
Date of Scene:	15 August 2020
Location:	Purgatory Night Club
Synopsis:	The grand opening is a hit! Drinking, dancing, socializing, loads of fun... oh, and a cameo by a very annoyed one-eyed security goon.
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Kyle Rayner, Mary Bromfield, America Chavez, Lorna Dane, Angelica Jones, Gabby Kinney, Hope Summers, Ben Reilly, Julio Richter, Marie-Ange Colbert, Julian Keller, Siobhan Smythe, Nadia Pym-van Dyne, Rose Wilson, Roy Harper, M'gann M'orzz, Phoebe Beacon, Bart Allen, Damian Wayne, Alton Schmidt, Cassie Sandsmark, Slade Wilson, Sarah Rainmaker, Maxwell Wave

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Tim Drake has posed:
Under the black lights, red and blue party lights spin and strobe across the dance floor as DJ L1v3Rh4tz, one of the most famous DJs on the Eastern seaboard, had been brought in to spin for Purgatory's opening. L1v3Rh4tz was popular with the teen and early 20s crowd, the story goes he had grown up in Gotham's Crime Alley and made good-- though allegedly no one has ever seen his real face, as when he performs in various clubs and venues, it's while wearing a freaky, psychadelic oversized rounded purple and blue rat mask with giant neon green shuttershades.

The bar has been fully staffed, serving up their mocktails, sodas, and alcohol-free beers apace. Officially, the doors opened thirty minutes ago, and the crush of people was even more tha the Hellfire Club had expected, between Legacy members, their friends, and others from New York, Metropolis, Gotham, and even Starling City who had been waiting for the opening since it had been announced as a project a couple months prior.

Sin and virtue mixed seems to be the theme for the club itself, with the flickering flame motif of the Hellfire itself repeating across the chairs, booths, and barside. The 'midnight enigma' dancefloor seems to draw in all the light that touches it, which makes a great contrast with both the reflections off the stylized masks on the walls and the various outfits the attendees are wearing.

Legacy (and full) members are quite obviously recognized by the barstaff and the scattered waitstaff, as they greet them by name while taking orders. The Hellfire Club, of course, spares no expense and effort on service. However, non-members still also recieve top service, if not by name.

There are a couple of discreet security goons, the typical soldiers seen in their looming way, milling towards the edges of the room, though they don't seem to be inclined towards stepping in unless violence breaks out. Club rules, and all.

Let the night begin.

DJ is spinning: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/49HijUrKbrF8j6EUDSiLZs?si=GjbTJqRsSH-N1eq-ShNpZA

Kyle Rayner has posed:
Kyle Rayner is in his best club attire. So that means a pair of blue jeans, sneakers, a pair of Superman socks with little capes on the back, and a Fantastic Four t-shirt that shows the four heroes flying through the air in the infamous Fantasticar with a little boy next to Reed and a little girl next to Susan. His hair is still a bit of a mess, but there's been a few (unsuccessful) efforts to tame it.

At his side is a satchel that he made sure to stuff with some sketch books, colored pencils and other art supplies he put together before being convinced to come all the way out to New York (okay it wasn't that bad with the Hyperloop) to come to this club. As he and his two companions enter, he winces and raises is voice a little to try and get the other two to understand him.

"Ammeeeeeerriica, you guys really want to come to a place like this? But we could go visit Four Freedoms Plaza or some other places here." He lets out a long sign, glancing back to America and Nadia. "Well, you guys can dance, I think I'm going to draw people, get some artistic juices flowing for a few concepts I want to sketch together for a comic or something."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Speaking of couples, Mary is arriving with Marie, the two arm in arm as Mary looks around, "Well... I can see why Jenny suggested we come here for a date." She grins at Marie, "Though, honestly, I'm glad I brought the cellphone, I might sneak in some streaming for my cast later." She chuckles a bit, glancing around the club with a fascinated expression.

"Anything you wanted to do first, Marie? I don't seem to see anyone I know here... though I'm not sure my friends would normally come here." At least, the ones that she knows as Mary. Thunderbolt would probably recognize quite a few people... not that they would necessarily recognize her.

America Chavez has posed:
America is, for once, wearing pants. Usually preferring shorts, she's donned a pair of black jeans that hug her trim figure nicely, and tightly. A dark blue halter top is beneath a leather jacket of red, white, and blue star-spangled glory, and the latina is walking along with Kyle and Nadia with a rather devlish grin. "You're going to have fun, Kyle. And you're going to like it. Or else," she threatens, good naturedly.

She turns her head to Nadia, "The only rule here is to have fun. You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind. Just - enjoy the experience. The drinks, the food. Live a little," she encourages. "You can hang out with us as long as you want, or go find your own groove. We're here to let our hair down, have some fun."

And, as the DJ begins to spin some tunes, she can't help but sway her body to the bass beat a little.

Lorna Dane has posed:
For all that the green haired woman had been going to Hellfire Club events for the past few months on and off she hadn't exactly been to anything less formal than the quiet German bar. The club for younger members was decidedly not her usual fare and she stood there with her arms crossed and awkward. She was on the upper end of the age requirement, old enough to drink legally, and burdened down with one too many responsibilities. A nation to run, and chaos was typical in her life these days.

It had taken a serious prodding and poking from the other members of the X-mansion before she'd agreed to go. Her green hair was straightened and left to hang freely around her shoulders. And she wore more make-up and metal accessories than was strictly considered 'fashionable' and bordered into punk rocker territory. A pair of red plaid pants, and black halter top with a mesh undershirt.

A grumble escaped her as she glanced around at the packed room and crossed her arms. "Right. I'm here, I can go upstairs and get something to drink now, right?" She drawled.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim Drake is a Legacy Member for the club and has been since he was old enough to hold the role, though he isn't often seen at these events. He's fairly well know for being a bit of a nerd, so really, the booze-and-dance club scene isn't his thing. But for whatever reason, he's here, and actually fits in fairly well: ripped black designer jeans, custom Converse in black and red, and a short sleeve button-front shirt that matches the Converse, unbuttoned about to half. He has a pair of black shutter-shades on, but they are resting on the top of his mussed black hair.

He had quickly claimed one of the booths... they offer a fair amount of privacy and a good view of everything else going on. Which satisfies both his need to be observant and his preference to be largely left alone... and given who is seated beside him on the same side of the booth, for those who know him, that should be very little surprise: a certain white-haired, eyepatched young lady he's been frequently seen in the company of. He has one arm around her shoulders, the other swirling a 'mocktail' one of the waitstaff had dropped off only a few minutes before that had promptly been made non-mock courtesy of the flask Rose had smuggled in. He takes a sip, people watching for the moment, even as the bass makes the liquid in their glasses vibrate with every thud.

Angelica Jones has posed:
"Whelp. That's the last of my money," Angelica says to herself as she's allowed through the door. She lets a literal moth fly out of her wallet as she sighs, then walks into the ...room...holy crap.

She stands framed in the door, before someone shoves her aside. Which causes her to stand beside the entryway, a medium height heart-faced innocent in blue slacks, a soft green dress over it that leaves her shoulders bare, and red hair for miles. Someone needs to tell her that blue is not her colour, but she at least has a terrified expression to top it all off.

Someone for the 'good' side of the room, probably. Though she quickly wrings her hands and stands up straight. "Right. I can do this." She can't.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Hell yes DANCING! And it's not OLD people music!" Gabby declares as she comes practically skipping to the club proper. She'd opted for a bit of a goth look since, well, she had a lot of black. Black lipstick is worn, and that's about it in the way of makeup. There's not even an attempt made to hide the scars on her face. Both sides of her hair are pulled back with barrettes on either side; one a grinning skull, the other a daisy. The rest of her attire was just a bodycon black dress, an excessive amount of glowstick bracelets up her arms and boots with a sensible amount of heel to give her an extra inch of height.

She whirls around on the toe of one boot to glance back at the friends she'd come with grinning bright and cheery. She'd missed out the last time there was a dance party at the Hellfire Club so she's doubly excited to be here now. "What do you guys wnat to do first? Drinks, food, dancing? Dancing WITH drinks!?" Oh the possibilities are endless!

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope is trying all sorts of new things these days. One of them is 'having fun' just for fun. So when she caught wind that Lorna was going to be attending the new club opening, she managed to invite herself along.

Another of those new things is 'wearing things that aren't utilitarian.' Sort of. Black ripped jeans and a loose-fitting black tank top with decorative slashes in it are at least a step up from cargo pants and t-shirts in the least noticeable shades possible, right? She even played around with some make up with eyeliner and burgundy lipstick, and brushed her hair enough to pull it half up.

"Alternatively, I can //bring// you some," she answers Lorna's question cheerfully, arriving just in time to pass off a bubbly red mocktail concoction with one hand, offering another to Gabby with the other. "Because I scouted ahead. For fun, and not at all out of habit."

Ben Reilly has posed:
At the end of the bar, Ben Reilly is seated by himself. He's wearing a pair of pants and button down dress shirt that look to be a decade old, and that's because they are, because he bought them at a thrift store.

His head looks mended together with a bit of tape from a head wound, but other than that he looks fine I guess.

Julio Richter has posed:
It has been a stressful few weeks around Xavier's, first on a personal/metaphysical level with a soujourn to Limbo to bargain for a friend's immortal soul, then on a political/existential level with the dissolution and cannibalization of Genosha into a baleful new satellite. What everybody needs -- at least, what Julio Richter has decided /he/ needs -- is to go somewhere far away from all of that, lose himself in some painfully loud music, and pretend to be just another dumb kid facing down the impending apocalypse with a drink and a grin.

This place doesn't have drinks, but SIIIIIGH. He'll make do.

He shuffles in alongside a small klatch of mutant friends, letting Hellfire member Lorna Dane and legacy Julian Keller precede him, the better to get the staff in an obsequious mood. Julio himself has turned up in tattered black jeans and sneakers, a snug gray tank top, and a much-loved green vest with rows of pyramid spikes on the shoulders. In a concession from his personal punk style to the clubby vibe here, he's wearing glittered kohl around his eyes: a little less Bad Religion, a little more Green Day. It works well with the rest of their outfits -- turns out a good chunk of the Xavier's crew are vibing on his wavelength, tonight.

He flashes Lorna and Gabby a grin, then reaches across his own chest to tap significantly on the outside of his vest pocket, producing a hollow, metallic thunk. "It's not nice stuff, but I can dirty up the drinks a little if you want, Lorna," he offers.

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
"Very rarely is Jenny wrong about anything, Mary." Marie replies with a little giggle, leaning into her girlfriend just slightly. "Sometimes her ideas... take me out of where I wish to be, but they never cease to be fun. Perhaps she too will make an appearance, oui?" Then a bit of a grin. "Your... internet show is branching out into the nightlife of the city, then?" she asks, voice slightly teasing as she glances around a bit.

Unlike some of her mutant cohorts, Marie's dressed in a long, flashy-yet-conservative red dress. It hugs her slender form to some degree, but covers a fair bit more than the typical teenager would wear. "Drinks are always good to get one's energy up, oui? Then, if you wish, I can drag you along with some of my friends..." A motion towards, and then wave to some of the familiar faces she sees, like Lorna, Julio and Gabby.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller is not nearly so rock and roll. He's a prep at heart, always has been, showing it off with a dark blazer and an emerald tie. The blazer is designed particularly to be closed at the sleeves in a clever way, his lack of hands momentarily not so m uch disguised as de-emphasized. His dark hair is slicked back, freshly shaved on the side. But no spikes, no chains, no accoutrements of hell. This is the Hellfire Club, yes, but that is a moniker for a place of privilege, the domain fo the wealthy elite. And Julian Keller, in spite of his recent travails, remains a member of that sect.

His eyes have a bit of a bloodshot look, having already taken a few chemical enhancers before arriving, rightly figuring that they'd be a bit policed in situ. He rolls his tongue over his teeth as he descends near Julio, brushing up against the boy's shoulder as he nudges in next to Gabby, "I can deal with dirty. Make it a double," he says with a bit of a manic grin.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Arriiving with America, Kyle and Nadia, a smile is planted on her face. Siobhan had not been out to a place like this in some time and while the music wasn't exactly her thing, she didn't hate it either. She looked over at America and Kyle, grinning, "Dis is great!" She calls out, "I can really feel the music." As she hears Kyle, she moves closer to him and laughs, "If you like to sketch or draw, why not draw the music?" She asks and smiles at him, "Tink about it. People are swimming through the sound in here. I know ya really can't see it like I can but I bet if you open your mind you might find somet'in' new." She nods her head.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia is not naturally be the most fashion concious teen. Tonight, however, she has somehow been dressed in some of the best current club fashions money can buy. Dressed from head to toe in form hugging garments sporting the Van Dyne fashion brand, it is likely Janet had a hand in this. She probably just casually mentioned her friends wanted to take her to a 'club' and this was the result.

She wanders in following after America, Siobahn, Kyle, "Oooh it's so sparkly!" There is a tone of mild awe in her voice, it is clearly first time in such a venue.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Clubs are fun. Dancing is fun. Play hard...work hard. That is Rose's view on things, and tonight is a play hard kind of moment. White hair has been braided back from her face, which only serves to emphasize the eyepatch itself, and the fact she's wearing make-up tonight that is bold. Dark black lashes and liner, but with red and orange eye shadow. The clothes are more down to earth, black jeans, motorcycle boots, a t-shirt and a leather jacket that is probably far too warm in this environment.

The drink is lifted, and the tiny useless stirring straw is tucked into her mouth as she stares out at those in the club, looking for faces that might pass as familiar.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper has been waiting for a club he can actually get into to open, one that Oliver won't make /that/ face/ at him for being at, as well. And so he turns up at Purgatory in a pair of red doc marten's sneakers, jeans, and a dark red button down open over a plain white t-shirt. He seems in pretty decent spirits, and finds himself moving a little bit to the music as he walks along, weaving his way through the throngs of people toward the bar to get himself a.. well.. he's been trying not to drink anyway. So, a mocktail is probably the best thing for that.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
As the attendees keep filtering in, a certain redhead walks in with the rest. Only....this particular redhead seems to be rather excited...and dressed perhaps a bit much? Maybe. Megan walks in almost as if she is fresh from the cosplay circuit. The ensemble looks inspired from Aerith Gainsborough...but not the red jacket over white dress that is common. No, it looks like Megan went with the red strapless dress, but with modifications. For one...it isn't a full length skirt, but a mini skirt, ending just above the knees, the skirt flaring out as the purple tinge on the bottom hem is kept. Still....the top of the dress is untouched, with Megan's arms and shoulders bare. It...may be a little much, for those who might know her. But...she seems to like it.

And...already Megan is bouncing to the music. Those green eyes are bright and open, looking out for anyone..anyone...that she might know. And...if she doesn't know anyone? Well...that is something Megan knows how to fix.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary's dress is a black mirror of Marie's, flashy but also still somewhat conservative, though she's a bit curvier than her slender girlfriend. "Well, I'd love to meet some of your friends, and well... it'd be nice to show a stream where I wasn't rolling dice all night, you know?" She chuckles very softly, "Drinks first, then we meet your friends? I think I might have seen Julio around somewhere..."

Angelica Jones has posed:
The green eyes she sports look around, trying to take in something from all of the chaos. Unfortunately the first thing that Angelica Jones sees is someone who looks hurt, and she walks quickly toward the bar. "You're hurt," she says, Ben Reilly her target. She raises her hand toward his head, maybe his face, and pauses before touching.

She's not much compared to the beauties present. Never will be. But she saw a person who was sad, and that is all she ever needed. "Hey. Do you need help? I can go away if you say no but I'd prefer if you didn't." Red hair, green eyes, an offer of company. It's not too bad.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
Spotting Mary, Kyle points her out to America. "Oh hey, she's a video game streamer. That's kind of cool." He then looks at America and grins, "But sitting in my dorm room and playing video games -is- fun." He keeps looking around the room and catches sight of Lorna, his eyes going a little wide. "Oh shit, is that the mutant queen lady? Sick! I'm going to draw her." As he says this, he reaches into his satchel and pulls out a sketch book, his gaze flicking towards Siobhan for a moment.

"Um, I'm not sure about drawing sound but I guess I could try. There's the whole thing about sound and and senses or colors right? Syn-something, I think." He shrugs. "Well, I'll take your word about feeling the music. Honestly, I'd much rather jam to video game soundtracks, but yeah... I should really draw the mutant queen lady. It'll be cool!" He hurries away from their little group to find a booth that has a good view where he can set up his sketch pad.

Lorna Dane has posed:
It was a good thing that Lorna had a healthy wardrobe of ripped jeans and black-shirts back at the Mansion. All of her 'Not a Princess' look had managed to survive there in the back of her closet. So handing out some extras and dumping giant bag of makeup on the floor had worked out well for those in their group that had needed it. Large smears of overstated make up were decidedly her thing.

Lorna arched a brow in Hope's direction but as Julio tapped the metal flask she'd known was there, she smirked. "Have I ever told you, that you're my favorite person right now, Julio?" She drawled. She was //perfectly// legal to purchase her own drinks. But that also meant leaving and coming back, or she supposed she could make a request for a delivery.. but given that most people were underaged..? She eyed Julian briefly, before she shook her head, her focus returning to Gabby.

"Just let us know if its too loud or something, yeah?" Concern coloring her expression.

Her entire focus remained on the little group of Xavier's that had come along and she seemed to be actively trying to keep tabs on them all.

Ben Reilly has posed:
"Me?" Ben brings his hand up to his head, "Oh, right? Yeah." He nods and lies, "Nasty spill. Took a digger outside a diner." That part is partially true. The part where it mysteriously split on its own and the blackout problems he's been having? Those parts he leaves out. "No, you don't have to go. Have a seat," he says.

America Chavez has posed:
America grabs Nadia's hand, and shoves Kyle, playfully, just a bit forward, "Let's go get some drinks," she says, pulling Nadia with her and gesturing with her hand for Siobhan to come with.

As she heads, and half-leads or herds her friends towards the bar to get a few mocktails, head bopping and feet moving in rythm to the badass beats as she manuvers her way through the crowd. "And while we drink, we can check out everyone else," she says to Nadia, cheerfully, "See whose hot, and who we want to dance with, or hang out with. Clubs are a great place to unwind, meet people you'd never otherwise meet, and just absolutely let go of inhibitions. They're pretty great."

As they get to the bar, she orders, "She," pointing to Nadia, "And I will both be having a strawberry dacquiri. And whatever they're having," a gesture to Kyle, and Siobhan. Then, she leans back on the bar, asking the others, "So, anyone see anyone they know? I'm still new around here."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    When you go to a club, you're supposed to go all out, and for the grand opening? You're especially supposed to be dolled up if it's your first time in the club.

    So, Phoebe had come all the way from Gotham to hear another Gotham native spin. She had taken a bus, a ferry, and a subway out to the club, and was part of the throngs of people who weren't VIP, or Legacy, or... rich.

    A far call from her normal rather conservitive attire -- or her regular night wear -- she's gone a little more night-out. Her dark skin was highlit with white eyeshadow that catches against the color of the lights, and along her shoulders there are pretty, stick-on jewels in a variety of swirls. Her normally braided hair was done up in a pair of 'poodle puffs' to the top and back of her head, and hair color applied in bright, electric blues as it draws down from a high ponytail. She wore a sparkling, midriff-bearing blue halter top that showed her toned arms and her athletic stomach, and down to white pants. There are deep u-shapes on the outer thighs of the pants, corset-ties in bright blue crossing over the dark skin as she makes her way through the club, wide-eyed.

    Her heart was beating to the feeling of the music, her head giving little nods with the beats.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney scoops up the offered drink from Hope with a broad grin before tipping it back for a sip. Even thoughs he could chug it, there's no sense in it. Even if it were alcoholic it wouldn't matter. So she just takes a reasonable sip of it to enjoy the flavor while she starts to bounce on the balls of her feet and sway her hips side to side. Enough of a sway that she ends up hip-checking Julian when he steps in closer to talk to Julio about dirty drinks. Whatever that was.

"Woo! You better not go too overboard," she chides Julian with a grin before leaning in to kiss his cheek. "You're a bit big for me to drag home by myself!" It's mostly joking though; she wanted him to have a good time too.

"What is this music anyway? I like it!" It was bouncy. Definitely good for dancing to. Lorna's question earns a grin and she shakes her head. "It's okay, I don't have Laura's or Logan's senses. THAT part of me is prety normal," she explains with a laugh before one bounce brings her a bit higher. Lifting her head she tries to peer over the heads of some taller than her. "Oh! OH! I see some people I know!"

One arm shoots in the air waving those glow bracelets around. "MARIEEEEE! HI!" She hollers and adds in, "AMERICAAAA!" Though the latter might be a bit lost in the crowd by the bar at this point.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen comes walking in, having to pay his cover charge even after telling them he is wearing a pair of red jeans with a black shirt with multi-colored lightning bolts all over it. He is smiling a goofy smile as he walks in and looks around the place as he comes in. Seeing a few friends he will wave to them, but resists the urge to run over to them. He moves to head towards the bar to get a drink, and also look around the place.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
No sooner has Kyle pointed out Lorna, "I'll be right back!" Nadia says suddenly and then for a moment it's almost like she vanished. No there she is! She's bounding across the club on a collision course to wrap Lorna in a big hug. "LORNA! You're okay! I was so worried! And possibly calculating how to knock an asteroid out of orbit..."

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica looks round, people coming to the bar quickly and getting drinks. She is far too aware of her lack of ability to do the same, and steels herself. She turns back to Ben and smiles. "Well you clearly need to relax then. I'm Angelica, and you have managed to get hurt, so..."
    She peers at him, up close now, and sighs. "I have no idea what taking a digger means, but I'm gonna assume you did something dumb, m'friend. I'd tell you off but it's not like I'm innocent. I came here after all, and I don't even dance." Lie, but one that she's expected to tell sometimes. It's a girl thing.
    "Not very well anyway."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper, mocktail in hand, turns and leans back against the bar to just enjoy a bit of people-watching and letting the sound of the music thrum through him. He spots a familiar face in Siobhan, remembering her from the alley and studies her for a few moments, a contemplative expression on his face before he takes a sip from his glass and lets his attention wander elsewhere.

Hope Summers has posed:
It's not the Xavier's folks that Hope is watching - it's everyone else. Kyle gets a glance when he moves to the opportune area for viewing Lorna, though she doesn't seem inclined to do anything about it just yet. Besides, there are a lot of people to see here. "Relax," she nudges Lorna, looking over with a flash of a smile. "This many loaded people in one room? Anyone making trouble here has bigger problems than any of us to worry about. Have a drink." She winks at Julio then starts to break away, weaving her way through the crowd a bit.

It's not scouting if your end goal is food and drinks, right?

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim does at least, every so often, offer the names (and family ties) of the people he does recognize, at least in passing, to Rose in between sips. "And as much as I usually protest the drinking," he notes to her with a wry look, "I might even be willing to dance after a couple more of these." Not that he's a terrible dancer, but he is a fair bit self-concious. Even if he won't admit it most of the time. He downs the rest of the drink, holding two fingers up as one of the waitstaff passes to flag her down. He orders another round of the mocktails, snorting to himself as a trio of teens congregate near their booth to try body-blocking their own topping-off their drinks from flasks. He has no illusions that the Hellfire even really cares, though seeing the (poor) lengths others go to amuses him slightly. "Though if you wanna abandon me for the floor before that, I won't stop you." He gives her a brief kiss, then as their replacement drinks arrive he slides his closer to her for ease of her adulterating it to her preference.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     The youngest of the Wayne family was also a legacy member, newly minted on his birthday, of course. Even though the Wayne boys seem to be a varied bunch, Damian was elusive to most of the spotlight, often his appearances on tabloids and the like were usually when with his father or one of his siblings.

  Damian entered the club from the limousine, stepping out wearing an all white ensemble, a long sleeved collared shirt rolled up just past the elbow, a fitted white vest, with white pants, and fresh new white Adidas Superstars all accenting his olive tone skin. The only other accent on him was a platinum halo held above his head via a wire that tucked in behind his shirt. A saint amongst sinners, he stepped into Purgatory, with the EDM booming and the drinks flowing.

  Despite his not usually being in places like this, the young teen looked more than comfortable, almost like he could own the room.

  The teen started to make his way around the club, posing for a selfie as one girl asked, between squeals of excitement.

Ben Reilly has posed:
"That makes two of us," replies Ben with a chuckle. "Taking a digger--you know. Tripping and falling. That sort of thing," he adds. "And yes, it was something dumb." He takes a look over his shoulder at all of the patrons and all of the dancing, "Not a fan of dancing, myself, but all these kids seem to like it."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio turns and grins as Julian brushes up against his bare arm, reaching over to give him a companionable slap on the back. "Hey, you earned it, compañero," he says with a laugh, accepting a set of sugary beverages from the bartender, gently hinting with a tilt of his head that they belong on Keller's tab. "¿Cómo estás?" It's a pointed question -- they haven't exactly had a chance for a heart to heart since Julian's re-ensoulment ordeal.

Fading to a more discreet area, he doctors the drinks quickly. /Mostly/ quickly. Julian's does get a little extra attention.

When he gets to Lorna and passes her a drink, he says over it, "Hope is right. You already made sure we all had makeup. Time to just chill out, as a good friend of mine might say. You've had enough responsibility for a while, si?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Following the group over to the bar, Siobhan smiles and orders a strawberry daiquiri as well. She turns to look over at America before smirking, "Who's hot, huh?" She then shakes her head and looks over to Kyle, "Synesthesia." She says to him and then looks back out at the crowd, "I don't have dat but I sorta work in a similar way." She then takes a breath and sucks it in softly before saying, "I have never tried to focus on sounds in a crowd like dis but I do have some talent for it. If I really want to be able to see it, feel it and the like, I gotta let my utter half out and dat isn't gonna happen."

She then considers as she looks around, "Ya already pointed out da Queen but dere's also...Oh! Bart!" She calls out toward him and waves, "And we have Roy, Mary,..." She scans around and considers, "And dat's all da people I know." She shrugs, "Know well anyway." She nods her head.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna was not expecting anyone to come running up to her. Not here of all places. Hope's comment earned a look, and grumble. "I'm here, aren't I?" She wrinkled her nose as if that explained it all. She was still trying to keep her people in her line of sight when Nadia came barreling over through the packed room toward them and promptly caught her in a hug. The green haired woman staggered, blinking rapidly as she took a beat to process exactly //what// was going on.

Which is when she realized it at Nadia clinging to her. "Oh! Uhm.. Yeah.. I'm in one piece. I'm sorry for worrying you.." She cleared her throat, awkwardly patting the excitable younger woman. An international signal to let go. Partly as Julio returned with drink in hand and the green haired woman offered him a grin.

"Just say your boy, Julio." She shot back, taking a sip of the as she accepted it, careful to try not to spill it. "Julio, have you met Nadia? I don't know if there were introductions before.."

Angelica Jones has posed:
Damn. Not a dancer, Angelica thinks. She sighs, then decides to make the best of it. "You're honest enough to admit it. I won't tease then." She isn't sure what to say next, her heart already beating with the tune of the music that's tearing the place apart. Metaphorically speaking.

She looks around. Siobhan is nearby; so is Roy. They seem so far out of her league though, that she simply hops up on to a seat. Oh lord, what have you gotten yourself into, Jones? She looks to Ben, then smiles gently. "I was really hoping to dance though. Forgive me if I don't give up so easily?"

She really doesn't belong here.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
"Yeah that's it." Kyle says, agreeing with Siobhan. "Your talent sounds pretty cool, though really all talents are cool. They're kinda like feats from D&D, you know? Anyway..." He gets one view of what M'ggan is wearing and then he forgets about Lorna (for the moment). "Whaat!" He turns from his path to the booth to go up to her, "Hey, your outfit is -dope-. Are you a professional cosplayer? Because that's amazing work! Do you have an instagram account I can follow? Costuming and costume design are pretty awesome forms of art you know, they play a big part in char..." He shakes his head. "Sorry, getting ahead of myself. Just didn't expect to see anyone wearing something so cool to this place."

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
Drinks are purchased and savored, and Marie's debating whether or not to go and greet her friends a bit closer -- but Gabby breaks the ice in that way that only Gabby can. Laughing merrily, she looks over to the brunette in black and smiles, "It seems I have been spotted. Come, Mary. Company awaits."

With the glass of some fruity mocktail in one hand and the other entwined with Mary's, the redhead leads her date across the floor to where Gabby and the others are. "Gabby," Marie starts; there's a lack of titling there -- she's pretty fond of the younger girl! "It is good to see you again, oui? How have you been? Enjoying the club so far?" And then a grin, "I do not believe you have met Mary, my girlfriend. Mary, this is Gabby, she is a friend from school." A pause. "My old school, that is." Sort've old. Marie's presence hasn't entirely left in her pursuit of college; she comes by to help tutor every now and then!

America Chavez has posed:
America watches as Nadia bolts to go hug Lorna, and she can't help but laugh. "Well, there she goes," she says to anyone whose still left around her. The good thing is that as she's watching Nadia dash off, she does catch Gabby waving at her, and screaming her name - barely audible over the thump-thumping of the bass.

A bright grin spreads over her face, and she waves, wiggling fingers at Gabby, "Hey, girl!" And, as the daquiri's are delivered, she picks one up and shows it, trimumphantly, at Gabby before taking a sip, commenting to Siobhan and Kyle, "Nadia better get back her soon, or I'm totally drinking that for her. I'm addicted to these things."

She tilts her head at Siobhan, grins, "Oh, there's a lot of hot people around here," she wagers, mischeviously. But whom she thinks is hot, or not, she doesn't seem to be willing to share just yet.

"Damn, she's pretty popular," she observes to Siobhan, as much as commenting to herself about Lorna with an amused laugh before turning her attention to the rest of the room, eyes roving for whom might be fun to go bother.

Rose Wilson has posed:
When the two new drinks are delivered, Rose pulls out the flask and pours a healthy amount into Tim's drink, then into her own, "I can wait to go dancing." She tucks the flask back into the pocket before she gives him a nudge.

Nothing said, instead she points in Damian's direction. A heads up to Tim that baby brother is in the building.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper tugs out his phone and checks his messages, popping open the last one and tapping out a quick response. He sighs, faintly and pushes his phone back into his back pocket. Apparently, whoever he was waiting on isn't coming. He glances around in consideration and decides to down the rest of his drink and leave the glass on the bar, heading for the dance floor instead. He seems content enough to find a spot on the dance floor and move by himself, slipping into the crowd and dancing with whoever seems inclined at the time. At least the music is good.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary gives Gabby a grin, as Marie performs introductions, "Hi there! It's good to meet another friend of Marie's." She extends a hand towards Gabby, then she looks at Siobhan, since she's standing nearby, "Oh hello again! Sadly, I don't manage the coffeeshop anymore, so I can't get you a stage there."

She then smiles over at Marie, "Marie, this is Siobhan, Siobhan, this is my girlfriend Marie." She looks a bit curiously between Siobhan and then America and Kyle, "It's nice to meet all of you. Definitely a nice change from rolling twenty-siders in front of a camera all night." Her lips curve into an easy grin at that.

Tim Drake has posed:
One of the teenagers, a kid in skinny jeans, a dress shirt, and an untied neon purple tie with shades on, despite the darkness of the club, has had a steady stream of 'new friends' meeting up with him where he's chilling in the booth closest to the dance floor. People come, sit with him for a few minutes, and then leave... only to be replaced with another person or two a few minutes later.

The people who leave usually leave giggling or walking too-stiffly away.

The only reason Tim notices is because their own booth has a view of the people coming and going, not the guy itself, but their behavior pings his detective senses. "Weird." His tone is flat. "Think someone's dealing?" he asks Rose idly. He could intervene but he's also playing the role of Tim tonight, not Red Robin--

Ah. Rose's nudge draws Tim's attention to his 'baby brother'. "Aww, he thinks he's an angel," Tim fights a laugh. "Should we go pinch his cheeks?" He takes a sip and makes a face, then uses his straw to stir the alcohol in better, taking another. Less harsh. He doesn't make the face on the second sip. Though he does attempt to catch Damian's eye, waving a bit at the younger Wayne kid. It's not exactly an invitation, but it isn't not one, either.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will look over to Sibohan and smiles, not thinking about how well he is supposed to know her. He will walk over and offers her a hug in greeting "Hey there, how have you been, been a bit busy, got a job and it has been a bit hectic. " He will sip his drink and says "So, what you think of the place, it looks like it is going to be a bit crazy, but maybe in a fun way, got some friends who came here so I thought I would come see what it was like."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney thrusts both hands up into the air giving a double-thumbs up across the club when America returns her wave and lifts her daquiri in triumph. Drinks were awesome. Even if she'd already finished her one and passed it off on a waiters tray walking by. It's the best she can do across the club but it was still a rather cheery greeting all in all.

When Marie and Mary make it over she whirls wide-eyed toward the pair.

"Mariiiie!" She croons out as she ducks in to give the French woman a big hug. "How are you it's good to see you!" Then Mary is introduced, and she lets out a gasp of utter shock--Okay mock shock--She's laughing a second later before ducking in to give Mary a hug as well unless she's stopped. She is a hugger this one.

"Hihi! So great to finally meet you! Isn't this place awesome!?"

Hope Summers has posed:
Weaving her way through the crowd, Hope catches sight of a newly familiar face. "Hey, Phoebe!" she calls out as she gets closer, waving a hand above the press of people until she's close enough for a semi-normal volume. "This place is packed, right?" All right, so she's still working on the small talk thing. But she's got enthusiasm on her side!

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller seems to be holding a drink without a hand, which wouldn't normally be possible, but he's a mutant and he's doing his best to be mildly discreet, as long as nobody thinks too hard about it. "Oh, you know, just thirty or forty existential crises, nothing too bad. The usual 'am I really who I am?' and 'What does it mean to have a soul?' and 'Oh god am I going to hell'," he says, giving a somewhat intensive laugh.

"Have fun, yeah, my tab, go for it. Blow the inheritance, cause I'm gettin' cut off soon enough. Fuck it, I've still got dad's card..."

Ben Reilly has posed:
Ben shrugs his shoulders at Angelica, "Well, I'm not much of a dancer but if they play and slow songs I could probably figure it out." He nearly snorts a chuckle before bringing the glass he's nursing up to his lips. "Now if its a fast dance you want, you'll probably get yourself stomped on. Your choice."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
There are definitely some of her friends here! M'gann can sense them! Well...as much as she allows herself to. Waaaaay too many minds to try to sift through. But...they are out there! It is just a matter of finding them.

But first, Megan receives a bit of a surprise as it seems someone picked up on the source of her particular ensemble. "Oh, hi!" Kyle's steady stream of praise does bring about a smile and a blush...but Megan at least does wait until he takes a breath to answer. "No, I am not a professional cosplayer, but yes, I do love the look of characters. I don't have an Instagram, but I was thinking of starting one, because I really do think it looks a lot of fun. And it is so nice of you to say so!"

Did that cover all the points? Perhaps. Save one. "My name's Megan, by the way!"

There. Proper introductions given...at least on Megan's side.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile at Bart and she chuckles, "Good to hear. Glad ya found work." She nods her head and then she watches Kyle walk off before shaking her head and blinking at America, "Well, dere's more to life dan who looks hot or not." She nods her head, "Dere's how dey sound, too." She chuckles and nods her head before taking her drink and taking a sip.

She smiles at Mary and nods to her, "Well, dat's still sad. I was lookin' forward to seein' ya at the coffee shop again." She nods her head and glances to Marie, "And nice ta meet ya, Marie." She nods her head, "As she stated, I'm Siobhan." She looks at th eother people roaming around, "Lots o' folks here tonight." She nods her head.

Angelica Jones has posed:
"I'll be back on a slow one, it's okay. Don't worry too much on it, dude, it's just for fun." She smiles to Ben, then looks around, starting finally to relax, and...sees something.

Just making certain that her current partner is alright, Angelica gives Ben a smile. Then she moves off, the room too loud for real conversation anyhow, anyways, and she's not sure what to do. So in the end she picks a simple solution, stepping away from the bar, onto the dance floor.

The really droolworthy guy from the bar just walked out, and is dancing alone. So she timidly walks up to Roy Harper, her hands behind her back, and gives him a speculative smile. Then she raises her hands over her head, dancing up to the big bad guy, eyes sparkling. And the room seems warmer when she does. Some people just bring the sun with them, it seems. No literally, it seems warmer up close. But she's here to dance and damnit, gonna have some fun tonight, red hair falling free and playing.

Let the music play.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Of course someone is dealing." Silly Tim. But because Rose has a pretty good idea about how Tim might react to the news that someone is dealing, and she reaches a hand out, curling her arm around Tim's arm.

It probably serves to keep him from springing up to go play Red Robin if he got the sudden urge. "I'm sure he's a very nice angel. Very nice."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia dutifully releases Lorna, "I'm just glad you're okay." She gives the Queen of Genosha a bright smile and looks over at Julio wracking her memory, "Weren't you doing security that day in Genosha? Hi, I'm Nadia!" She turns so she can still face both of them and points back towards Kyle, America, and Siobhan. "Those are my friends, America, Kyle, and Siobhan." She grins at them both, clearly enjoying both meeting new people and this flashing sparkly base filled environment.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe blinks a moment, giving a bit of a grin as she recognizes Hope, raising her hand in greeting. "Hey!" she greets the other Outsider. "Yeah, it was pretty hard for me to get in! Maybe I should have joked I was famous!" she laughs, and she leans back a moment, and catches the sight of Megan in the crowd too, and she raises a hand, waving at her through the crowd as well, seeing others, people she could recognize and hang out with -- makes her feel less alone.

Julio Richter has posed:
"Fine," Julio answers Lorna with a roll of his eyes that quickly cracks into a grudgingly sappy smile. "My ~boy~ would tell you to chill out. And he'd be right, like he always is."

He takes a quick step back out of Nadia's way so that she won't spill his drink in her enthusiasm, either, then laughs, transfers it to his left hand, and offers her a handshake. "Hola, Nadia," he says, his accent lilting the syllables of her name slightly. "I'm Julio. Yeah, I saw you at Genosha. I'm glad you are okay." He was dressed very differently and a lot further from the center of attention, that day, and where were plenty of distractions, so he's actually a little surprised that she recognizes him at all.

He gives her friends a grin and a wave, then turns to Marie and Mary and blows them both a kiss. When in France?

Julian's talk of existential crises elicits a sympathetic wince, and then a shoulder pat, keeping well clear of the hovering drink. "Lo siento, Julian," he says. "I can't help with most of that, except to say that you've still got friends, and we can talk if you want to." A rakish grin flashes across his features as he adds, "The inheritance, though? That I can help with. Let's get matching sports cars."

Roy Harper has posed:
When Angelica comes out onto the floor and appears in front of him, Roy gives her a somewhat crooked smile in return to her more speculative one and makes a little room for her in the midst of the people dancing around him. Does he notice the slight temperature increase in the immediate vicinity? Maybe a little, but nothing he wouldn't chalk up to the fact that there are a lot of bodies on the dance floor. It's bound to get warm.

Roy dances with Angelica as the beat thumps in the background, leaning in just a little bit to say over the music, "Having a good time? This place isn't bad. Music's pretty good." He raises his voice just loud enough so he's not actually shouting at her, but so she can hear him.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
There's late, there's fashionably late, and then there's unavoidably detained by unavoidable things. Alton got hit by that last one, and so it is he shows up when the party is well in full swing. The place is hopping for its grand opening, and at least he could make it. Better late than never. In theory, he had some representation to do, after all. But...that's neither here nor there.

Hmmm. Well, he'll make sure he gets himself situated...and then he'll see who's on the dance floor. Bound to be all sorts of people, and some he might even know.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     A couple of selfies later, and Damian's eye catch his brother's wave. "Enjoy the party." He tells the group, before stepping back, holding his hands as if in prayer.

  Of course, he would have to swing by Tim's booth to say hello. So, up walks Damian, giving a small nod to Rose and Tim. As much as it pained him to say it, the public face of Damian had to be a certain way. "Brother." He commented, before taking a seat. "Apparently there are two Waynes here tonight. How are you both?" He asks, his tone much friendlier than his normal one.

America Chavez has posed:
Eventually, America's eyes fall on M'gann, and she gives Bart a side-smile, setting her almost-finished off drink down, teling Siobhan, "And this is where I leave you and your friend to have fun. I found someone hot to go dancing with." And, the star-spangled latina girl begins to head towards Kyle, and M'gann with a confident stride.

"Hey, stud," she greets Kyle again, slapping him on the back, "You going to ask this gorgeous girl to dance, or do I get to?" And, a flirtacious grin is sent M'gann's way, "Don't mind Kyle. He's actually pretty cool," she says, earnestly. "And he can sing."

"I'm America," she introduces herself to the girl in the ravishing red dress.

Then she looks to Kyle, meaningfully waiting an answer to the imperative question of the moment: is he asking M'gann to dance, or not?

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
"I am quite good, Gabby!" Replies a delighted Marie, it's always good to see friends, old and new. "Life in the city is... different, but Jenny and I are making it work as best we can, most definitely keeping busy." She explains, flashing a bright smile. The number of people here? Makes her want to find a quiet corner to hide in. But with Mary, Gabby and the others she knows around? It's a little safer for Marie to stick near them, instead. Smiling demurely then to Siobhan, she gracefully curtseys before the woman -- without spilling her drink -- and nods, "Oui! It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Siobhan." ...there's probably a little stumbling over the name between the Irish roots and Marie's very French accent.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna's gaze swung about the darkened room as she attempted to keep tabs on where Gabby, and Hope were. She balanced on her heels easily, the ankle boots giving her another three inches to her 5'7 height and spiked with little rivets of metal all over. She glanced back to Julian briefly, arching a brow. "I mean, I still have my father's accounts. He has to do the paperwork to prove he's alive now. And well, he's in space. I could grab you a rabbi if you really want to talk about souls I guess. Judaism is basically debating. Constantly." She drawled, and her gaze swung to where Nadia gestured.

She blinked, and offered a small dip of her head in their direction. "Cool. I'm glad you're here with friends. You deserve to get out and have fun." She murmured, standing there and drinking and decidedly //not// dancing.

Hope Summers has posed:
"I went for the tagalong, myself," Hope admits to Phoebe, pointing a thumb back toward Lorna and the Xavier's group. "No way I was getting in here tonight otherwise, short of climbing through the air ducts." It's a Die Hard reference, right? She's definitely not serious.

Catching Lorna's gaze, she turns the thumb back into a reassuring wave, smile crooked. See? She's fine! "Have you tried the fizzy red stuff yet? Super sweet, but it's pretty cool. I was just making a round and seeing what other kind of food and stuff there was." Never pass on free food. Ever.

Angelica Jones has posed:
"I have no idea!" the redhead dancing close says, her laugh warm and real. "I came here to dance, hope you don't mind if I use you a little." She has this warm fuzzy voice, like she wants to be real, honest, and way too trusting. An easy mark if there's ever been one.

She twirls once, her skirt flaring and her eyes closing just a little. The awful blue pants are beneath, but at least they're tight enough. But when she returns there's a gentle pass of her eyes over Roy that are...thoughtful, even in the midst of all this noise, dancers all about.

"You're more than you seem to be, aren't you sir." It's not exactly a question, and she mostly mouths it. He'd have to read lips to catch it. Not that she seems upset by the prospect. More of...hopeful.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles and waves over at Julio, saying to her date, "Hey, Marie, there's Julio. We should go say hi over there." Her eyes flicker around, and she notes where America went off to, noticing the really good cosplayer she's with and making a note for later. But for now, she's meandering over towards Julio, giving him and his friends a warm smile, "Hey, Julio! How have you been? I haven't seen you since the Renfest!" With that, she offers a hug, if he takes it, Gabby having broken the ice for her earlier.

Ben Reilly has posed:
Oof. Ben grins to himself as Angelica moves on to dance with Roy. He finishes his drink and stands up, pushing the booth back into place neatly even though that's probably not a thing that's expected here. Hands in pockets, he begins looking for the exit and starts to dip between people.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
"Cool! You should totally get one if this is the quality of your work Megan. Oh, it's really good to meet you, my name is Kyle." He flashes her a quick smile. "Anyway, you'll be a huge star once you have your stuff set up. I'd tell you that I was an expert but I only have like 10 followers and one of them is my mom." He probably shouldn't have said that last part out loud. Too late now.

Then America is slapping him on the back. "D-dance? Um, I didn't even think about that, I was thinking about how well she pulled off this Aerith costume and was telling her she should join social media." He blinks. "Hey, sometimes things come into my head and my mouth starts running before I fully think it through, but I guess I am kind of the party's bard." He looks between M'gann and America.

"Do you want to dance with her, America? That's cool. If you do that, I'll go draw the Green Queen."

Tim Drake has posed:
"Little D," Tim greets Damian with a wry look. "Angel, huh?" He takes a drink, looking amused for a little bit, but nods to his observation. "Yeah. Pretty sure Dick is happy he's too old for this. And you know Jay's opinion on a place he can't drink." He does glance at his and Rose's drinks at that, and a mildly guilty look crosses his face for a moment. Rose's grip on him isn't unnoticed, and he leans over and says quietly, "Don't worry about me playing hero tonight, babe. Not blowing my cover for one, and for another, I did promise I was yours for the evening. Whatever that entails." He straightens back up, then glances back to Damian. "Don't take anything from someone that's not a bartender, okay, bro?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I've not had the chance!" Phoebe replies to Hope, rubbing the back of her head a moment, carefully for all the stick-on gems on her arms, but she looks mixed embarrassed at Hope. "I only just got in; I don't have much cash on hand, either." she gives a small laugh. "No place to put it. Hard enough to find a place to put the bus pass." she jokes, holding her arms up a little to show that she doesn't in fact, have many places to stash items.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Julio's offered hand is shaken with enthusiasm, like everything, "Nice to meet meet, like actually meet you not just in the same general area not really meet you." Nadia realizes she is rambling and gives up on the unnecessary explanation.

She looks back to Lorna, "Well I'm glad you're safe, if you need any more help you know where to find me okay? I should get back to my friends, I kind of ran off while America was in the middle of ordering us drinks.."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller watches the merriment almost wistfully. He'd thought he'd come here and party his ass off, but his heart isn't really in it. He's seen too much recently, faced too much. Once upon a time, he'd have been on top of the table, dancing his heart out, yelling at the top of his lungs. The buzz he has now doesn't soothe any pain. He's just not well-suited for fun yet. He should be. He should be whole. So why isn't he?

He slinks off a bit to the side and keeps to himself, lost in thoughts and troubled.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney dances back to Julian's side a moment grinning to him and Julio, and the others. It lasts a moment before she gets very serious. "Okay I know everyone wants to have fun and party, but I heard there's some bad stuff going around, so if you want to try drugs from anyone let ME take it first so we can check if it's poison or not, okay?" She makes a point to POINT at Julian and Julio at that, though she grins. "I'm gonna go dance!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over to Siobhan, and says "Looks like your friends find Megan interesting, mind if I take their spot, and hang out here a bit?" He asks her. He will look over and spotting Hope and Phoebe waves to them as well. He does let Siobhan talk and not interrupt her as she is talking to others.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna chuckled and nodded to Nadia. "Sure, don't worry about it. I'll call you if I ever need more cookies, okay?" She winked, and sipped at her drink. A glance was briefly spared for Julian's departing figure, but her focus was taken up by Hope's thumbs up and the various other Xavierites she was actively trying to keep tabs on.

Lorna arched a brow as Gabby danced over to her and Julio, and she glanced at him and then back at the littlest Wolverine. "Uhm..." Her eyebrows furrowed. "I have never tried drugs of any kind. Nor am I inclined. A magnokinetic of my level? I don't flatten the next few blocks cause I'm on a bad trip."

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope doesn't even seem to register Phoebe's embarassment. Or, frankly, the idea that there isn't enough unattended food and drink to scavenge through the night here, for that matter. "Fashion is weird, right?" she grins at the outfit. "I mean. Sorry. I'm not saying your outfit is weird, I realized as soon as that came out of my mouth I was probably not saying it right. What I meant was- Well. That //fashion// is- Not...practical? Right."

Grin flashing, she starts to step around Phoebe, turning as she goes until she's walking backwards through the crowd. "Come on, I'll show you a trick," she invites with a tip of her head, already scouting out abandoned snacks.

Ben Reilly has posed:
After a long journey of dodging through expensive colognes and way too many sequins, Ben finally reaches the door. He gives a nod to the bouncer as he dips outside to catch some fresh air.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton continued to scout the area...eventually he decides, however, to just hit the floor and see what happens. He'll just have himself a good time, enjoy himself...and the swirl will bring people to him. Or maybe not, and he'll have to put a little more effort in than that.

So, he move through the dance floor, not dancing with any girl in particular, but rather moving from girl to girl, as one who is apparently not going to be tied down anytime soon.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Oh, was that a wave from Phoebe? Megan throws her hand up to return the wave, with a bright smile. But she isn't done yet. She is making friends! Or, at least acquaintances as she gets a name to go with the admirer. "Well, thank you so much, Kyle! I really don't know anything about being a star or anything like that. I just like dressing up from time to time." Still....it's something to consider.

And then Kyle is joined by another...and Megan offers introductions once more. "I'm Megan and Kyle was just telling me about his ten followers." There is a tip of a wink to Kyle as that smile just does not leave Megan at all. "though no, he quite hasn't gotten to asking to dance." But...when America asks, then Megan shifts, those green eyes upon her. "Sure! I'd love to dance! That is...if you don't mind, Kyle?"

Of course, that little question is answered as Kyle gives his blessing, not that the two of them actually needed it "So..." Megan turns to America again, tilting her head out to the dancefloor....that red hair bobbing with the motion. "Shall we?"

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy shrugs his shoulders and grins at Angelica, "Doesn't bother me, none. I don't mind the company." He moves easily with the music, having a kind of natural rhythm. He moves easily with the crowd around them, giving Angelica a little room to twirl around. THough when she looks him over, he smiles a little crookedly, one brow rising in question, as though not sure what she's looking at. "Am I?" Roy asks, seeming bemused by that not-question.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "No, no, Fashion is *definitely* weird, Hope!" she laughs as she follows her, grawing herself through the crowd -- trying to keep an eye on Megan as well as the sixteen-year-old follows Hope into the crowds. Her heart was still beating to the music, her head bobs, her little poodle puffs bouncing with her as she goes.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "We must keep up appearances, Drake." Damian comments, adjusting his halo a bit. Before the overt warning comes across. "Aww, you do care." Damian quips, turning to look out to the club. Quickly noticing the booth with a couple of laughing young folk leaving.

  "You may not be on duty..." He says before adjusting his face again, passing through the dance floor to subtly make his way towards the suspected table.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio doesn't seem to mind Nadia's 'rambling,' he just grins and returns the sentiment. "Yeah, noisy in here, but at least it's a good noisy." As decidedly opposed to the noise the last time they ran into each other. "Glad to meet you for real."

He returns Mary's hug with enthusiasm, careful not to spill his drink on her nice dress. "Estoy bien," he answers while cheek to cheek, so she can hear him easily over the noise. "How are you and Marie? We should go on a double date sometime."

Lorna's comment elicits a wince, and a four-fingered chopping motion by his neck. "Yeah, no block-flattening, por favor. I do not recommend." But Gabby does get a solemn nod. "Fine, promise: I will only accept drugs from you, King Namor, or" -- his head suddenly pops up, and he looks around. "Ah, mierda. Where did Julian go?" He can give the other guy some space, but he also doesn't want him to be alone in existential crisis number 41. He's genuinely not trying to bum molly off him.

America Chavez has posed:
Hopefully for Nadia, her drink is still untaken having been left with Siobhan next to America's mostly drunk drink.

However, now America grins towards Kyle, "There are other things in life other than cosplayers," she points out to him. "Like, beautiful girls." She winks at Kyle, and then moves to take M'gann's hand.

Her answer is on point, with a, "Hell yeah, we shall." And, she moves with the lovely young woman in the red dress out to the dance floor where she begins to twist, rock, and pulse to the music with some grace, and some beat. She'd never, perhaps, get a job as a professional dancer for an artist or in a video, but she's competent enough to look good on the dance floor in a setting like this. Her hair twists this way and that as she moves her body in tandem with the music, and with her dance-partner.

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica does notice Ben moving off. She knows how that can feel, though she's not sure why he doesn't come out to dance.
    he room is getting full though, more than she's dealt with. Ever. She seems to be in a bit of a daze, dancing gently amidst a horde of much more active types. And Roy.
    She blushes when he answers her not-a-question, but doesn't answer his return salvo. One point for him, it seems. And she uses her hair to hide behind for a moment, answering by cuteness in a way.
    "I'm way out of my depth, sir. So don't you dare kill me in a dark corner or anything. It's too nice a night for that." also I look awful in blood red. Tried it once. Redheaded vampire is a bit of a stretch, unless you've got goth wardrobe to pull from.

"So who are you then?"

Marie-Ange Colbert has posed:
"Oui! I had thought I saw him near Gabby earlier, but I am glad you have found him once more!" is offered to Mary. As she's brought over next to where Julio is, she disentangles her arm for a moment to wave cheerfully at him, flashing a smile. "It is good to see you again, Julio. School is going well for you, oui?" She *thinks* she remembers him mentioning Summer classes before. "Things are well with us, at least I belie--" A pause, and a little eyeing. "A double date, Julio? Who is the lucky person to have snared your heart?"

Hope Summers has posed:
Locating food and drinks is almost Hope's superpower. You get that way when you grow up places where food and drinks are luxuries. And right now she's narrowed in on a table adjacent to the one where shady transactions seem to be going on. Someone got up and left the area when they realized what was going on next to them, which means...

Hope sidles up to the booth, still grinning at Phoebe as she rescues a couple of drinks and a charcuterie board. She keeps her back to the deals going on, passing one of the glasses in Phoebe's direction on the down low. "And we're walking..." she says in a lower tone, moving a little bit further away.

Tim Drake has posed:
Another couple of kids walk by the booth with Rose, Tim, and Damian after leaving the far one, carrying a Pez dispenser with The Thing's face on it and popping a couple of the little 'candies' within. Then Damian is up and heading towards that booth before Tim can say anything to stop him. Tim's face grows serious... it's the expression he usually has when he's masked up.

The guy in the skinny jeans gestures to the seat across from him as Damian arrives. "Hello, angelboy. Looking for something a bit devilish?" He pulls out a half dozen Pez dispensers and lays them on the table. "Fun for everyone." There's a really bad knock-off Cyclops, a Sue Storm, a Iron Man, a Hulk, a Superman, and... yes, a Batman, though the cowl looks a bit funny. "Pick your hero and feel //super//. $50 takes any you want."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Why an angel?" Rose wonders, tucking the straw back into her mouth so that she can sip from her drink, letting her attention wander outwards towards the rest of the club. The hold on Tim's arm doesn't get released though, and not because he might rush off. Probably.

Eventually, her attention shifts over towards the other booths, watching them for a bit.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins at Julio, "We should definitely do the double date thing." She releases him from the hug, "I think that would be delightful." She then pauses, and glances over and notices Lorna. Then she blushes a bit, "Oh my... um, hello, your majesty!" She smiles a bit sheepishly, "I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised."

With that, she curtsies politely towards Lorna, observing the forms properly, then straightens, "Wow, um... can I ask you something? Have you... well, talked about what happened?" She sounds a little curious, "I mean, to like, the press?" She blushes a bit, "Sorry if I'm overstepping, but I'd love to have an interview sometime. I think it's important that the truth gets put out there for people to see."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"I will make you cookies any time!" Nadia informs Lorna with a big smile. She then begins making her way back towards the bar where she left America, Siobhan, and Kyle, on the off chance that they and her drink are still there. Well at least the drinks still are even if everyone else has vanished to who knows where.

She takes a sip of the Strawberry Daqueri making a face like it is one of the best things she has ever tasted and leans against the bar scanning about for where the faces she knows might have gone.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
Kyle gives America and Megan a little wave and a thumbs up as they go and head to the dance floor. He then turns and makes his way in the direction of Lorna and whoever is around her. As he nears, he blinks a few times, licks his lips and slowly approaches her.

"Um, hello Mrs. Queen of Genosha." He raises a hand and waves. "Would you be terribly upset if I drew you? I have some very pretty shades of green pencils to sketch with, by the way. Green is one of my favorite colors."

Spotting Mary nearby he smiles, "Oh hey, I follow your stream. You're cool. Sorry I don't ever do more than lurk though."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe accepts the glass, and looks mildly aghast at it, then hurried leans closer to Hope as they walk. "Hope, /Hope/ you don't know what's in these glasses!" she stammers a moment, "They could be spiked, or worse!" she warns, sniffing at the liquid in the glass as if she would be able to figure out what mocktail it was as they go.

    She turns, trying to keep one eye on Hope, and the other on M'gann, suddenly feeling a little too crowded in the place. The BPM of her heart begins to be faster than the music.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
With Julian heading off for some quiet time, and Julio and Lorna promising not to drop acid or something, Gabby is free to whirl around intending to head for the dance floor! --Intending to. One of the drawbacks to being short is that sometimes you get caught up in the press of the crowd, and right now a good many who had been dancing were heading OFF the dance floor. Her path veers her back toward the door before she can duck to the side out of their path, and turn around intending to make her way back.

Except she catches sight of some PEZ dispensers on the table of a guy by the door.

Suddenly interested she forgets about that whole 'personal space' thing and leans in practically up against Damian's back to peer just around his shoulder. "Ooh you got candy!? I'll take some!" Leaning down she fishes out a small wad of bills from the top of her boot.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shot Julio a look, "No you are not accepting drugs from the Sea King." She sipped at her drink. "Depressants are fine. A few drinks and I won't be doing much of anything. Probably." She half muttered the last word as she looked at her drink half ready to ask Julio exactly what he'd doctored her drink with and then not particularly caring.

It felt a tad bit awkward to be standing there with a glass in hand and not dancing when everyone else was... She glanced briefly at Mary and Marie both, she didn't particularly know them well, but she recognized them both and offered a smile that only warmed as Mary greeted her.

"Lorna. Gosh. Here I'm not anyone royal. And honestly? I dunno if I'm 'your majesty' these days or not anymore." She joked lightly, shaking her head. The question about an interview earned a surprised look.

"Uhm.. no. I haven't.. uhmm.. Sure? I guess?" She trailed off, looking toward Kyle as he approached. She flushed brightly at the 'Mrs' part, her mouth falling open briefly in surprise.

"I'm not married.. and uhm.. Call me Lorna.. Geeze." She took another long gulp of her drink. The question of the drawing earned a blink, surprise flitting over her features again. "Uhm.. Ahh.. I guess? I don't .... Do you need me to be somewhere or something?"

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy continues to regard Angelica a little skeptically as she hides behind her hair, as though he's trying to figure out what exactly is going on there. But the next words that come out of her mouth has him coming full stop on the dance floor. There aren't a lot of things that render Roy Harper speechless, but that just did it. He blinks at her for a moment, "Uh.." He pauses, and then says, "I'm... wow. I'm.. gonna go.. get a drink. You have fun, alright? Don't get murdered." And with that he shakes his head a couple more times as he heads off the dance floor.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Doubtful. Drugs cost money. You don't leave it if you dosed it," Hope replies to Phoebe with a matter-of-factness that falls just short of cheer, raising her own glass in a salute before tasking a testing sip.

"Pretty sure it's clean," she says, offering it over. "We can swap if you want." As nonchalant as she looks, she's still keeping a weather eye on the table of dealers...enough to grimace when she sees Gabby going over there. "Um. You know what? I should actually, uh-"

Setting down the charcuterie tray, she takes a few steps back toward the table. "You might not want to be right here for a minute. Hey, Gabby!" And then she's all smiles again as she approaches the other mutant.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Taking a seat, the angelboy dips his hand into a pocket discretely. "I'll take Iron Man and Batman, mister candyman." He comments before sliding a $100 under the table.

  That was, right before Gabby came up behind him, and making with an overt show of the money. "Quickly, my guy." He says, now worried one of the security will see them.

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica Jones, the stupidest person in the room, stands there as she scares away her dance partner. "Wow. I am literally no good at talking to boys," she says. Then she looks around at the rest of the room, who seem to still be having fun, and decides to go to the bathroom.

She's fine. It's all fine.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
The dancing didn't yield anything of interest, but then...there was a group of people gathered around...was that the Queen of Genosha? ...it was. The Magnetic Field in this place bent around her, like he would expect it to. That got his attention.

Sneaking off the dance floor, he approached the group of people gathered around the Queen, and greets her with a, "Your majesty, it's a pleasure."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles at Lorna, "Well, if you wanted to talk about the interview or set up a time, I'd love to have a chance to talk with you. I really do think that not enough people understand what mutants have gone through lately. Especially given recent events." She smiles and slips a business card out of her purse, old fashioned enough to like that as she offers it to Lorna.

With that, she glances over at Kyle, giving him a warm smile, "Wait, you follow ContraryMary? No way!" She laughs, "That isn't something I'd have expected... though, hold on, are you the one that does the art sketches in the chat? Those are /super/ cool!" She beams, then asides to Lorna, "Um, Lorna, he's /super/ good at art, so you'd love to have him do a sketch of you. Trust me on that one." She grins, then looks back over at Marie, blowing her a kiss as she's definitely feeling more into a groove of things.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I don't think so, /I/ can handle it, other people --" she pauses a moment, and then looks as Hope makes an approach on a booth where some funny stuff is going down. Her eyes narrow a moment, and she holds both drinks, and makes her approach, though she minds the distance with Hope in front of her.

    She does peer around for M'gann, suddenly getting a not-great feeling, her eyes searching the crowd.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim scowls a little, but he relaxes as Rose's hand is wrapped around his arm. He leans over, reaching up to brush his hand against her face and kisses her firmly. "I told you. I'm not working tonight." And he's sticking to it, even if it annoys him. He's being extremely diligent to NOT break his word to her, regardless of how small or petty that may be over. He takes another drink, glancing towards the dance floor. "Did you want to finish these and go dance?"

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio takes another sip of his drink, then grins at Marie, pleased at her turn of phrase. She definitely has a way with her second language that he can only envy. "Ah, you know Bobby, right? If not... he's the one I was kind of flirting with when I saw you last."

All of the attention Lorna is suddenly getting from journalists, portrait artists, and... whatever the hell Alton is? doesn't exactly surprise him -- frankly, he fanboyed a bit the first time he met her, too -- but he does worry that it might not be what she's looking for on her night off.

"Lorna, you want to dance?" he asks her, jerking a thumb toward the Blackest-Black slab of the dance floor. He flashes a friendly, apologetic smile at Mary, and figures that if she accepts, Kyle can just do an action sketch. Good practice, right? He knows nothing about drawing.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
Kyle brightens. "Oh no no. Once I get a picture of someone in my head I can kind of go from there. It's really the only thing I'm good at. That and World of Warcraft. Do you play it? It's really fun and it helps to ease stress when you can kill a bunch of Alliance scumbags in battlegrounds." The hints of nervousness are gone now that his brain is thinking in familiar territory. So the young man wearing hero-inspired shirt and socks just pulls out a sketch book and a number of colored pencils and settles himself in a booth and jsut starts to sketch.

As he swaps pencils to change from different shades of green, he looks up and smiles at Mary. "Yeah. I once tried to do a real life stream, but I got way too nervous trying to talk and draw at the same time. I don't know how you guys can spend hours in front of a camera like that." He glances back down to the sketch pad and continues to work.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
With a grin, Megan heads on out to the dancefloor with America. And...while it is true that America may not be a professional dancer, neither is Megan. And yet, the two look perfectly at ease on the dancefloor. For Megan, it is more enthusiasm rather than skill that does it for her. She is just having a *ball*

So much so that she isn't aware of her surroundings as much as M'gann should be. The psychic blocks are up...and the joy that she feels is intoxicating. One could almost say that it was drug-induced. But...M'gann didn't take anything. Being on the dancefloor, those looking for her should be able to find her rather easily.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Incoming, one Amazon on a mission.

One Amazon who's kiiiiinda been having a bad... is it month at this point? So the mission, as it were, is for Cassie to blow off some steam and maybe make some spectacularly bad decisions!

Arriving late (can you be late for a nightclub thing?), she's dressed to party, taking the club thing all the way. She's -waaaaay- out of costume, wearing some very mini, very shiny, very tight red dress, along with a blingy crystal-covered collar. Maybe she can still count herself as being in 'heroic' mode as she's wearing her bracers, although paired with eveything else, they look more like a weird fashion choice than what they really are. The lasso's not visible, but she has a little handbag, because that dress has no space for ANY kind of storage.

Apart from making a splash, Cassie is also not here to bother drug dealers. She ignores any shady happenings, as well as some of her teamates, and goes right for the dance floor. Dancing teamates are still cool, apparently. "Hey, hey, sorry I'm late, but we can get this party started now! Woo!" Uh. Did she pregame a little or is she just trying too hard?

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper escapes the dance floor, making his way back toward the bar to stare at the drinks. Okay, maybe he is craving something with a little more kick to it than a fancy soda thing at the moment, but he settles for another mocktail and a glance around the room, seeking out any other familiar faces he might find in the crowd. There are a couple of folks from Happy Harbor, and he lifts his drink in their direction if they happen to notice him, but for the time being, he settles back into his spot and sips his drink.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary blushes a little as she seems to catch Julio's subtext, and smiles apologetically, "Sorry, M... er, Lorna, you're here to have fun, not talk with overeager interns. Excuse me." With that, she scoots over towards the booth where Kyle is sitting, Marie sitting down next to Mary.

Mary then looks curiously at Kyle, "Well, your work is super great, and I love the sketches you did of our characters on that last stream. Do you have a website or anything? And wow, did you see that Aerith? She was /amazing/, and I'm honestly a bit jealous of how well she pulled it off." Well, not really mean jealous, but there's definitely healthy envy of how well that was done.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna took the offered card from Mary, and nodded slowly, "Sure. I don't know how many questions I can honestly answer but I can try." She offered, and she slipped the card into the back pocket of her pants. Looking increasingly overwhelmed by the attention she was getting from various places. She glanced at Kyle briefly, blinking rapidly.

"I never had time?" Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Uhm.. I can't say I've ever had anyone sketch me before." Piotr had painted her. It was different.

Which is when Alton was greeting her. "Hi..." She offered a polite smile, and took another gulp of her drink, downing the rest of the contents and setting it on a nearby standing table.

Julio's offer to dance, earned a strangled laugh and she shot him a halfway panicked look. "Ha... if I break your foot, you were warned." She could handle diplomatic meetings with various rulers, but the dance floor and being surrounded by a gaggle of people nearer to her own age? She wasn't tipsy enough for this.

Tim Drake has posed:
The dealer hands over the Pez dispensers and takes the cash, disappearing it into his pocket. "Have fun, kids."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"We can." Rose agrees with a shrug for Tim, then she downs the rest of the contents of her drink before she sets the glass down. Then she glances towards the dealer that has come over to the table, then she tracks the Pez that is handed over.

Damian is not her little brother, so she does zero to warn him about what the contents of the Pez dispensers is.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney might have been kind of obvious about pulling the cash out but she adapts quickly. Seeing how they slide things beneath the table she palms it over before swiping a PEZ dispenser herself--The weird shaped Cyclops. Hah. Stepping back then she grins broadly with a cheery, "Thanks!" And finally turns her gaze to the guy she'd practically bowled over to get closer to the table itself.

For just a moment she stops to stare openly at Damian. Her mouth opens slightly as if she were about to say something, head tipping to the side with green eyes starting to narrow in a suspicious sort of expression that causes the scars on her face to crinkle around her eyes. "Huh."

America Chavez has posed:
America dances with M'gann for the entirety of the song, until it winds down. The latina girl doesn't look out of breath at all, but her eyes are bright, and her smile is warm, flirtacious, "Damn, chica, you got some moves!" America seems pleased and she brushes her hair out of her eyes, "You want to get some drinks?" She gestures over towards the bar, now, invitingly.

Still, America's had her dance with the bell of the ball - at least, as far as she's concerned, so it's already a Win for her, tonight. "I could go for another daquiri myself. Or we could go bug Kyle some more. I'm pretty sure he'd have a blast drawing you - whoever you're supposed to be dressed up like." She laughs, but it's good natured, as she admits, "I'm kind of new here. So, all that stuff flies right over my head."

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton chuckles, as the Queen appears to be being pulled towards the dance floor. "...If I don't manage to catch you again tonight, your majesty, I appreciate everything you've done for your people. Just wanted to throw that out there. Sometimes...I think people need to hear they're doing the right thing."

But then, the dance floor is catching his attention again...and hey, that blonde over there looks pretty good.

So, he drifts off Cassie's way. "Feel like dancing tonight?"

Kyle Rayner has posed:
Kyle kind of watches Lorna get swarmed with attention, winces, and keeps focusing on his drawing. From an early outline that Mary might be able to see it is Lorna standing in something of a heroic pose.

He glances up at Mary and shakes his head. "No, no website. I just have a Twitter and an Instagram that I don't use enough. I've never thought about really trying to monetize on what I do." In his drawing, green hair is coming together in a long, flowing mane that seems to come alive with the different shades of green that he's using.

"I did see the Aerith cosplayer, that was really wild. Very well done and damn near Hollywood quality costuming right there. She needs to make her skills known, she'd be wildly popular among certain fandoms online. Though she'd have to be careful, she's pretty attractive. That means all the douchecanoes will be out in force." He makes a face as he continues to sketch.

Tim Drake has posed:
Downing his own drink, Tim flips the reserved flag on the booth (ah, the privileges of Legacy membership) and gets up, happily escorting his date to the dance floor. He might be usually not as prone to this sort of thing, but he's had a little bit of 'social lubrication', so he's fairly happy to draw Rose into dancing with him, and thankfully not make too much a fool of himself in the process. Spying Cassie, he gives her a bright grin and a wave on the dancefloor, but doesn't go to interrupt her fun unless she feels like coming this way.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope moves over to try to sling an arm around Gabby's shoulders, though the Cyclops PEZ dispenser does give her a moment of pause. "Wow," she mutters. "Things I wish I could take back in time and space." Just to see Scott's reaction.

"Hey, Gabby, can I introduce you to a friend?" she continues in a more clear voice, trying to lead her and Phoebe both back to where she left the drinks and abandoned food.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over to Nadia, and says "Hey, you a friend of Siobhan? She has to go, she had some things she had to handle." He will tell the other woman, noticing the group at the booth raises a brow "Hey I wonder if that is Laura's sister." He will say to himself. He looks back to Nadia "I'm Bart by the way." He says to introduce himself

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio backs toward the dance floor, one hand extended to Lorna, and tilts his head in an unspoken question. "I got dogpiled by sea monsters the other night," he reminds her. "I can survive getting my toes stepped on, I think. Your call." Now that the fan club has dispersed a little bit, though, it's a less pressing question. Turns out just broadly hinting can do wonders, sometimes.

He glances over toward Gabby, raising an eyebrow. "When I said I would trust her for drugs, I did not mean she had to run and get them that second," he says quizzically. She might be a little too innocent to realize what's happening, but Julio? Not so much.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian places the PEZ dispensers in his pocket before Gabby turns around and looks him over. A small moment before he does the same to her. His bright green eyes manage to catch much of the ambient light. "Can I help you?" He asks, though he cannot help but notice the similar features.

  And then Hope interjects on the moment. "Yeah, Damian Wayne." He says, holding out his hand to Hope. It was a bold move, but then again, bold genes.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
It seems like Cassie only spots America and M'gann in passing, but she briefly excited-waves in their direction. But it's a club and there's lots of people and quick maneuvering is hard! Well, not if you can fly but maybe it's not that kind of party... yet? Either way, she doesn't quite manage to snag them, and ends up on the floor alone. Well, so much as one can be /alone/ in the middle of a crowded club. Just not around anyone she really knows. But this is not really a problem when the place is stocked with people.

It turns out, being a random blonde looking for fun is actually a pretty good way of getting attention! The first random stranger to come her way happens to be Alton, and while she seems to catch Tim's look, making eye-contact briefly, she turns to this new face instead.

So, back to Random Guy looking for 'hey a blonde,' Cassie's reaction to his offer is a very nonchalant slash 'trying to be cool about things' upnod-greeting. "Hey. Sure."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods at Kyle, "Yeah, I hadn't really thought about monetizing too much, but I love streaming when I can. Just with school and the internship and everything else, it can be hard to find the time, you know?" She grins, "But yeah, that looks really good, I think she'll be impressed."

A pause, then she looks curiously at Kyle, "So, you still do WoW? Because if you need a guild to join... I do have one I'm in, and we're always looking for new members. If you were interested, anyway. It's pretty fun, though we're pretty laid back, mainly because we know we have too many other things going on."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"Oh, drinks sounds fantastic!" As Megan steps off of the dancefloor, there is a slight wobble that catches Megan off-guard, a hand reaching out to America to steady herself. "Whoa! I'm sorry!" A shake of the head, as the redhead seems to be clearing some cobwebs. "Just had a sudden dizzy spell...not sure how that happened."

Well....it is a pretty good bet it is the mood of the room that caught up with M'gann, but that isn't something she necessarily shares with people she just met. Still. "Me have some moves? I was just trying to keep up with you!"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna exhaled a breath as she broke away from the gaggle of people along with Julio to the dance floor. "I feel bad, but when I come here people don't typically swarm.." She grimaced, as she glanced around the packed dance floor, and awkwardly tried to not bump into people as she made her way.

She followed Julio's line of sight toward Gabby, and her eyebrows furrowed sharply. "I'm not super worried about her per say.. but ..." She didn't know what drugs might or might not do to Gabby. Her experience with such things was... nonexistent.

"Did you want to go check on her?"

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia continues to lean against the bar in the space that once occupied by her friends as she leans against the bar sipping her strawberry daiqueri. She nearly laughs at the irony when she spies Kyle over by Lorna where she just was. America and M'Gann draw her attention to the dance floor and she looks like she may be contemplating some dancing when Bart's presence captures her attention instead.

"Oh, yes. I see, well thanks for letting me know. I hope everything is okay." She seems to have no idea who Laura is, let alone her sister, but when Bart introduces himself Nadia does as well. "Hi! I'm Nadia, nice to meet you!" She gives him a big smile and offers him her hand.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney starts to say something when Hope's arm descends around her shoulders. The familiar voice causes her not to glance away or jump in surprise at least. Before she can say anything though, Damian is going and introducing himself to Hope. She straightens to her full height---Which is not much, and almost the same as Damian's. The dark hair green eyes... her skin wasn't quite that tanned though she had darkened up from spending some time out on Genosha's beaches lately.

"You just look... familiar," she hazards as her own green eyes glint in the light. For now the PEZ is forgotten though it's still in hand. Tipping her head toward Hope she offers a grin. "Hey Hope. Sure, you know I always like meeting new people." For instance this fellow who she offers a grin to. "Hi, I'm Gabby." Pause. Should she add more?

Rose Wilson has posed:
Once out on the dance floor...well, Rose dances. She gives Cassie a half-wave, but she is very well aware of the ignore-your-friends code. Don't. Interrupt. So she ignores her after that brief acknowledgement of her out there.

Then she turns her attention back to Tim, moving to the music with him, not nearly as socially lubricated, but dancing isn't a problem for her. She's good at it and she enjoys it even sober.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton grins. It's nice to find a girl who's so easy going about dancing. Alton has a distinct foreign tint to the way he does things...his moves bear his German heritage, so they're a little...unique...when he does them in America, even if they'd all be normal back home.

He takes the time to interpret what styles his new partner might like, and adds, "I'm Alton by the way. And you are?"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen shakes the hand and says "A pleasure to meet you Nadia, sorry thing that is the kid sister of someone I know but aint sure." He admits. "So you enjoying the club? It is pretty cool, but wish they had a bit more to eat." He will say as seems he has ordered some food and a large thing of boneless wings are brought over "Care for some?"

America Chavez has posed:
America seeems happy enough to steady M'gann, though she does regard her dance partner with a measure of curiousity before shrugging it off and forgetting all about it. She leads the other woman over towards where Nadia is, "Hey," she greets Nadia, warmly, "Look who I found. This is Megan. Megan, this is Nadia. She's pretty cool," America tells Megan.

Nadia gets informed, "Megan, besides being smokin' hot, is a good dancer. And, we're getting a couple more dacquiris. Want one?"

Nadia gets ordered another one whether she wants one or not, along with another for America, and one of course for Megan.

America scans the room thoughtfully, looking for other people as she nods towards Bart. "Hey."

As their new drinks arrive, America tells Megan, "Ever had one? Probably the best drink ever invented on Earth, if we're being honest." She takes a decadent sip of hers, letting out an exquisette sigh of contement, "Fuck these are good."

Slade Wilson has posed:
At the entrance to the club, someone steps in that is...decidedly out of place. More than double the maximum age for the place, and with enough silver in his hair to look it, Slade Wilson is wearing a scowl as he moves to confer quietly with one of the masked security guards. He's definitely not dressed for clubbing, in a perfectly-tailored black suit, with a navy dress shirt and an orange tie. Italian leather dress shoes and a wristwatch that costs more than a fair number of current automobiles round out the ensemble, and though the detail is lost on most, a pair of platinum cufflinks that bear the crest of the US Army Special Forces. The colors may be a bit brazen, considering his dual identity, but Slade has noticed that the members of the board tend to have color schemes they prefer, and when in Rome...besides, audacity was never something Slade lacked.

In either case, Slade nods slightly to whatever it is the security guard says to him, and gazes in the direction of a particular booth.

No, it's not the booth that Tim and Rose reserved. Rather it's the one with an enthusiastic merchant of "candy."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Hey, I'm Hope." Hope rolls with Damian's introduction, using the conversation as a cover to work her way away from the table full of dealers, hopefully before they start getting suspicious. "And this is my friend Phoebe," she gestures back toward the other girl as well before taking the offered hand in a quick, firm grip.

"Half the people here look familiar if you watch the news or read magazines, Gabby," she says lightly, then leans in to say something more quietly in her ear. In the noise of the club and the music, it should only be audible to Gabby: "Pretty sure the candy's not candy, Gabs. Pretty sure it's drugs. So, uh. Maybe don't share, yeah?"

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio's powers are great for clubbing. Too-loud music just isn't, for one thing. Vibrations are his element, and each kick hit gives him a nice mental map of the people around them, so he leads Lorna out onto the floor with a minimum of jostling and collisions. He can also fire off some inverse waves to cut the volume in a small area, making conversation easier, and he does so now.

"She can handle herself, and she's with Hope," he says, regarding Gabby, "but I don't think it would hurt to stay close."

Oh, and the other thing about swimming in vibrations like a fish through water? Ric has an absolutely excellent sense of rhythm. He moves with the beat instinctively: nothing acrobatic, certainly, but for club dancing, he would have to actively try to set a foot or a move wrong.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    And Phoebe makes her way over to Hope, Gabby and Damien. She gives a sidelong smile.

    "And I'm Phoebe. New friend. How do you do?" she questions. And she looks at Gabby, then looks at Damien, and rubs her chin a moment. "I didn't think they let little kids in here." she considers, noticing their shortness. In the way of the booth with the candy man, and hovering around the other trio, still holding the two drinks (the charturie board is long gone), and looking just mildly confused by the whole thing.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy Harper glances over in the direction of the booth with its candy merchant as though finally just noticing what's going on over in the corner. He fiddles a bit with his drink and then takes another swallow. He looks thoughtful, and begins to move away from the bar just in time to notice Slade making his way over toward the booth. He drifts a little closer to observe that interaction, but from a healthy distance, leaving his glass behind on the bar.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
"Oh yeah?" Kyle glances up and grins, "I feel your pain there. School takes up a lot of my time. I am starting my sophmore year at Metropolis University soon. Another year of some of the core classes and then I can start taking classes that are actually interesting." He shakes his head. "I mean, who needs English and Math? I can talk good and I have a phone with a calculator on it. I just want to take all of the art classes I can. Art history, graphic design, I don't care. Just whatever."

He goes back to his sketch but nods, "Yeah from time to time. I play a Blood Elf Paladin on an Argent Dawn, which is an RP server. I hope that isn't too much of a problem? It would be nice to get into an active guild, mine keeps having problems keeping people."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna could fry the speakers and kill the lights and ruin everyone's night... which wasn't as helpful as Julio's powers. She shifted her weight here and there, in a vague swaying motion, but it wasn't what anyone could even slightly consider dancing by any measure. Her focus was glued with concern on Gabby and Hope, even though both were //very// capable of handling whatever the club might throw at them.

A poor attempt at dancing was made, before she grimaced and promptly gave up with a huff. "Julio, pass me whatever you've got in that flask, I am far too sober to embarrass myself in front everyone with flailing around."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim draws Rose closer to him as they dance, for now not noticing her Dad's arrival in the club... considering the noise, the lights, and the fact that his focus is almost solely on Rose, that's forgivable. He's not nearly as inebriated as he was at the rave, but he is dancing just as enthusiastically and loose as he did then. He steals a quick kiss, before glancing back towards the bar to see how the others on the team were doi--

Shit, is that who he thinks it is?

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    She's late to the show...but then, Sarah's still getting used to places like this. On one hand, she loves having lots of people around her, especially in a club where everyone is at their best look (theoretically) to work it out on the dance floor. On the other....she's still getting used to there being a LOT of people around her.

    If she wasn't so stubborn about it, she probably would have waited for a less crowded night...but how often does she get to go to the grand opening of a club like this?

    So, the tall Apache woman walks in the door, wearing nothing more complex than a little black dress with a bit of sparkle to the fabric that clings to her athletic form, slit up the hips so she can move freely but long enough to keep her dignity intact. A silvery chain belt hangs over her hips, a piece of polished turquoise in an oval at the front, not that she needs it. The dress is definitely clubwear, made for someone who will need to stay cool in a mass of dancers, plunging low at the back and showing off more than a little cleavage at the front, though her long dark hair covers most of her back down to the upper curve of her rear, done back in a plait with a clasp at the base and halfway up to keep it under control.

    She hesistates inside, looking around curiously for a moment as she just..people watches.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, "Hey, there's nothing wrong with English! Literature is great! Besides, I'm a journalism major, I need people to work on their English." She laughs a bit, "So yeah, hit me up on Twitch and I'll get you set up in the guild. I should be streaming this weekend, so that'll be easy enough to manage."

With that, she looks over at Marie, and hrms, "We should probably get going, but it was nice to meet you Kyle. Don't be a stranger, okay? Oh, and if you get that cosplayer's name, let me know because I /really/ want to know how she does it." She grins cheerfully, then rises from her seat, waving at Kyle as she and Marie make their way out.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell is on the upper side of the age spectrum for the establishment, but in reality, he's not here for the people, the music, or the mocktails. He comes dressed in a nice black button-down dress shirt, a pair of clean untattered denim jeans, some loafers, and a fashionable pair of... welding goggles. Yes, the goggles are certainly out of place, and the man does his best not to have the strap mess with his semi-styled brown hair.

He offers an up-nod toward the security guard whom greets him with a, "Sup Max, here to see your handiwork in action?" Maxwell grins big at the bouncer and nods enthusiastically. Stepping further in, his head is on a swivel as he checks out the very sexy load-bearing walls, the very attractive sound-dampening features of the ceiling, and a variety of other features that he designed into the space. No, he didn't decorate the place, but he gave the place its bones.

He gapes in awe, chuckling to himself. "Oh my god. I can't believe this is real. With this in my portfolio, I think I may be going somewhere." He pumps his arm and whoops as 'Wahoo' that is completely out of sync with any music that's playing.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Want to see someone that can ignore their father's presence like they don't exist? Then don't look at Rose. As soon as she spots her father she comes to a stop, whatever song is playing and beat that was dictating her movements just...it's over. She stops, and stares at her father with a frown.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     The teen chuckles before looking to Phoebe. "They don't. I'm a legacy member, my father is a VIP." He says before extending a hand. "Damian Wayne."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio was perfectly game to dance with Lorna, whether or not she had confidence in her moves, but when she gives up on it, he obligingly shrugs and reaches into his vest to pass over the flask. Then he spots Slade moving along the line of booths that they're positioned near, and his brow creases. His fugitive's instincts are practically screaming: that's security, if he's ever seen security.

He still has his own nearly-empty drink, so he positions himself with Lorna between him and Slade, watching him warily, and then tips three fingers of vodka into the glass, playing it quite literally close to his vest. "The balance is going to suck," he warns Lorna as he passes her the glass. What? He's a bartender!

Once he has passed the drink along, he waves and heads back to the bar, slotting in next to Roy with a friendly smile. He waves a bartender down to order a couple of non-frozen daiquiris. Those are tasty with vodka.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"I'm Cassie!" the girl calls back, voice raised over the sound of the music.

In the spirit of letting loose, Cassie absolutely does. She proves a maybe slightly over-athletic dancer compared to the crowd, not just idly twisting in place, but really moving, her shuffling steps and knee-lifts taking her side to side, back and forth, really clearing out some territory and owning that floor. Because if anyone doesn't get out of the way, they basically get hip-checked out of the way, Amazon-style! (OK that's not technically Amazon style but she'll teach them). She's kind enough not to do it hard enough that any of them break anything, at least!

Alton, blessedly, doesn't get hit quite so hard, as Cassie turns around so she faces away from him and steps back into him, really giving her hips a shake, an obviously provocative kind of move. What?

By the time she turns back around, though, she's seemingly given his own strange 'Euro moves' are given bit of an analysis and she wonders, half curiously, half amusedly, "Is... that like the robot or something? It's kinda weird." Ouch? "Oh I love this song!" Back to the shakin'!

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Bart's hand is shaken firmly, the girl dressed from head to toe in form hugging red and black Van Dyne label garments has a pretty strong grip for a girl her size.

"It's my first time somewhere like this, it's amazing, so many sights and sounds, things happening everywhere, people just moving with the music and these drinks are so yummy!" Nadia blinks at the arrival of the wings, "What are those? Is that chicken? Yes please!" She gladly takes a wing munching on it while she finishes her Dacqueri.

Then America is back and she has /another/ Dacqueri, almost like magic! "Hi America! Welcome back! Who is your friend? Oh hello Megan! Your outfit is really cool! This is Bart," she gestures to the young man who has been talking to her, "He's really nice, he let me try some of these things called 'Wings'. They're so good!" Fully of energy tonight, it seems.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim actually slightly leads Rose to the edge of the dancefloor where her sudden stop isn't so obvious. "Why does your Dad keep showing up whenever we're out together?" he asks rhetorically, though his hand is on Rose's waist, his eyes haven't left Slade. He doesn't actually know Slade now... helps run this place. If he had, he'd have thought twice about coming.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Megan wanders over with America, grinning as her hands smooth out the red dress she is wearing. Though, on the way over, Cassie gets a big wave...if she can see M'gann. After all, there are a *lot* of people milling about. Still, Megan seems rather happy to follow her new friend America over to America's other friends.

Nadia is given a nod and a grin as she twiddles her fingers over with America's introduction. "Hiya. Good to meet you!" The positivity is almost cloying as Megan acknowledges the compliment. "Why thank you? I just whipped it up real quick." Which....is completely true. Not even a shred of modesty in that comment.

Then....M'gann's hand is suddenly with Dacqueri. "The best drink on Earth? Well....if that is the case..." The glass is lifted...and Megan takes a sip. And....judging from the eyes as they widen, M'gann believes America's claim.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Vertically challenged thank you very much!" Gabby announces in response to mention of being a little kid. HMPH. Her attention shifts away to Hope allowing herself to be lead over to meet Pheobe with a grin. "Hi! Nice to meet you," she offers only to pause as Hope whispers to her. A small frown creeps over her. Lifting the PEZ dispenser she stares at it with a glower as if it had personally insulted her parentage.

"I was hoping for strawberry." Sigh. A small shrug comes in response, and she clicks the head back popping one of the 'PEZ' into her mouth which she quickly tucks under her tongue. "Well I said I'd test any drugs for Julio and them to make sure it's not poisoned so I guess this works out." It's rolled around in her mouth as she contemplates. "Woah. Accelerated heart rate. Uh. Pretty colors..." She blinks rapidly, then looks up to Hope with a shrug. "That's it. Guess it's not poison. Some kinda stimulant."

Slade Wilson has posed:
Slade weaves through tables and crowd smoothly, at as brisk a pace as can be managed given the press of the crowd. And soon he arrives at the table of Mr. "Pez Dispenser." He actually is quite unhesitating about pushing one last club goer who was in the midst of a purchase right out of his way. Not enough to send the guy scrambling, though when he opens his mouth to protest all it takes is a -look- and a realization of just how /big/ Slade is for the would-be-buyer to shrink away.

Slade turns his attention to the dealer, reaching into a pocket inside his jacket and pulling out a business card. There's no name on it, just a number. Gold embossed on black. Slade fixes the dealer with a level stare and places the card on the table in front of him before speaking.

"This is your one chance to avoid an incident, Mr. Lushenko. Gather up your wares, take the card, call the number, and you'll be vetted. If you pass muster, then next time you can come back and market your wares with proper discretion."

There's a pause before Slade adds, "Or you can argue, and this will become an incident." Slade smiles a smile that absolutely does not reach his good eye.

"Please argue."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah's gaze lights on a familiar looking jacket as she starts to make her way through the crowd...her eyes having been flicking through the interesting sorts she's noticing as she makes her way acround the perimeter of the dance floor. A stars and stripes jacket? That looks vaguely familiar.../very/ familiar, now that she gets a bit closer. "AMERICA!" she calls over the crowd, making her way over towards the table where the bigger than life latina is ensconced.

Roy Harper has posed:
At first Roy doesn't notice someone moving in next to him at the bar. But he does catch the smile out of the corner of his eye and turns to notice Julio. He offers a smile in return and an up-nod of greeting. "Hey," he says as a hello, "How's it going?" though his eyes are quickly back on the booth in the back with the candy distributor. That exchange seems to have captured his attention for the time being. Is Mr. Candyman going to argue? He's curious.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Because he's my father, and he lives to torment me?" Rose offers with a shake of her head, although her father's actions cause her to frown it's not a frown of anger. Instead she looks very thoughtful, "Or he's doing something?"

Entirely unrelated to her or Tim, it seems.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna flashed Julio a smile grateful that he didn't fuss as he took out the flask. A glance over to the booth where Slade caught Julio's attention earned a slight furrow of her eyebrows, thinking it strange to see someone clearly older about. Unlike Julio's instincts her's were not set up for judging 'security'. And she wasn't trying to magnetically sense anything in loud room with the bass blasting all around.

She shrugged once as Julio poured her a bit of vodka and commented that the balance would be off. "I don't care how it tastes right now." She drawled, and took a rather large gulp that burned and was quite frankly every bit as off as he had warned her.

A glance was spared toward Hope and Gabby again, as she lingered in the darkened part of the dance floor, trying to not bump into people and still down her drink in hand. Thankful once again that she didn't have a healing factor to fight. Or a metabolism like her brother.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Cassie's altheticism is definitely noticed. "...You're even more in shape than you look. I love it." The way she hip checks those other girls, he's starting to wonder if she could toss him in the air. Byebye, gender roles! Still, he hasn't noticed his dance partner is a straight up amazon yet.

"I'm from Germany. European dancing is just that little bit different. I'm pretty sure you'll pick it up quickly, though. Come on, it works like this..." And Alton will take the time to show Cassie how to match his moves, if she's willing to give it a little attention.

America Chavez has posed:
America seems to be having a -very- good time making new friends, and introducing new friends to still somewhat new friends, and overall just enjoying herself. She practically grins while watching M'gann's eyes as she tries the mocktail, nodding in smug satisfaction. "Told you," she says, with a measure of humored certainty.

"Oh, wings? Do they have apple barbeque sauce for them? I had that the other day. SO GOOD," she says. "And fried pickles. This dimension has -the best food-, I swear to the Demiurge."

Then, she hears her name, turning, and her grin turns into a beam and she starts waving madly at Sarah, "Hey, everyone. That, is Sarah," and America seems pleased as punch the girl is here.

"Sarah, this is Megan, the belle of the ball - er, club. And, Nadia. She and I hang out sometimes, she's pretty dope. I just met Megan, though. Man that dress looks so good on you," she says to Megan, before looking back to Sarah, whom she suddenly hugs, tight.

"I was wondering if I should've texted you to come, but wasn't sure this was your kind of thing," she admits to Sarah. "Come on, have some wings. And dacquiri's."

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope has been keeping half an eye on the table behind them, just in case the dealers should object to anything about their little group. It's enough that Slade's approach pings on her radar and for just a moment she does a double-take, breaking the facade of disinterest.

"Wow. For a minute I thought..." Trailing off, she shakes her head as if to clear it, then looks back to Gabby as she tests the goods. "I guess there are worse things," she grimaces at the verdict before turning her attention back to Damian and Phoebe.

"Wayne, that's Gotham, right?" Weird question. "Sorry, I'm not really from around here, still getting familiar with all the big names. Legacy sounds cool though."

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell smiles as he recognizes a few people from Xavier's at this opening. He sighs contently and folds his arms behind his head. The fact that he had a small contribution to the nightly entertainment of some of the other mutants brings the goggle-wearing mutant a hint of joy. He offers a wave to Lorna, who he recognizes as one of his rescuers, and Julio, who he fought some sentinels with in the jungle.

Acting as a professional wallflower, his vision scans the other various dancers and settles upon the rather intense stare-down between a certain Mr. Wilson and 'candy-man'.  He frowns a little bit in concern then shakes his head. His meeting with the HFC executives left him thinking that it was best 'not to pry' in a place like this.

Continuing on, he makes his way to the bar and reviews the mocktail menu. He scratches the side of his cheek as he considers his options.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Wayne? Like, the Gotham Waynes?" Phoebe blinks a moment, and then she rubs the back of her head "Oh, well, that explains it." she states to the short, dark-haired lad, adn then looks with a disturbed sort of expression to Gabby as Gabby *TAKES THE DRUGS*. She's aghast, really, but then looks her over again and narrows her eyes, and then just brings a hand (CAREFULLY) to her forehead. "Right. Right. Don't eat too many of them, you'll get a stomach ache, squeaker." he states good-naturedly to Gabby, and then takes a bit of a step back, looking around.

    "Yeah, Waynes are kinda the big thing in Gotham. My college scholarship's coming from the Martha Wayne Educational Fund. If I can pass highschool with high enough weighted grades. It's like being a Vanderbilt."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen smiles and says "Hey Megan, you having fun?" Seems Bart knows the girl that is being introduced at least one of them "I got a selection of all the flavors they have not sure which ones are which to be honest." He does raise a brow at America's words and looks over to Megan after saying "Please have some."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim's expression is flat and calculating as he regards Slade's actions. "Look, those two security guys are moving to flank." To help Slade or protect the dealer? He sizes them up a bit. Definitely to help Slade. That's...

"Rose, you wanna slip out before he sees us?" Assuming he hasn't already, that is. "Or just ignore him... or grab a room upstairs?" He does have that privilege as well. "Up to you." His hand doesn't move from where it's on her lower back at her waist, though after a moment, he forces his expression to a more relaxed one... less 'if it wasn't for those meddling kids' and more just a spoiled rich kid.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
Kyle glances up and gives Mary an enthusiastic wave as she departs, then he goes back to work, though it's only a matter of a few more moments before he has a good handle on his sketch. Giving it a once over, he snaps a quick picture of it for his own records, then stands and searches the room until he finds Lorna. Catching sight of her, which isn't too difficult given the hair, he makes his way through the crowds until coming onto her and Julio. He doesn't recognize Julio so he addresses Lorna.

"Hello again, Que--er, Lorna. I have finished!" He holds the paper out to her.

The drawing has all been done in shades of green pencil, Lorna stands heroically on a beach, one foot upon a rock, fists balled up and planted on her hips in a flowing green gown, her hair billowing out behind her.

"I hope you like it. I was trying to go for something inspirational since I know a lot has happened. I can't really pretend to know much about it because I'm not a mutant, just a student who lives in Metropolis."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Haha, that's kinda weird," will be Cassie's not entirely culturally sensitive response to Alton's instructions. Then again, she does know some foreign dance moves, albeit largely ones from a particular Mediterranean culture: she shows it off with the characteristic finger-snaps and side-to-side steps, shaking her hips. Guess the country?

Regardless, Cassie shakes, struts, shuffles, shimmies, and otherwise swings herself around through one more heart-pounding number. She doesn't twerk, but only because that doesn't start with 's.' It's rather athletic and simultaneously uninhibitted, arms lifting above her head as she twists and turns (oh, we ARE on 't's now) and... tosses her hair. And the young Amazon keeps it up at quite a pace, right along with the beat of the music and its most intense moments, up until it finally stops. And then?

Then she turns and grins. "That was fun!" But just as abruptly, she starts stepping around past him, across toward the other side of the dance floor and the bar beyond. "I'm gonna grab some drinks, I think I see my friends."

Easy come, easy go?

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Mmm, nice to meet you then..." she says, smiling at Nadia and Megan as she nods to them, looking suprised at the hug from America but not seeming to mind it yet as she returns it with a brief squeeze. 'It's usually not, but I figured I could splurge on a cover charge for opening night, right?" she says to American, then grins at Megan. "Mm, belle of the ball? I always think of those Southern debutantes for that. It is a beautiful dress though." she adds, smiling easily as she rests a hand on her hip, before she quiets as Bart brings over his selection of...flowers? She studies him curiously. "Hey.' she says simply, since he hasn't gotten a chance to chime in on names and such.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Yeah." Yeah which?! Rose clarifies a moment later, "A room." Then without waiting she's trying to move through the crowd to find the exit while her dad is still distracted.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton blows off the cultural insenstivity, but he's not quite so quick to let her go. He likes this one, and he decides he wants to try to see her again some other time.

"Hold on a minute, Cassie...why don't you put your number in? I'll call you later."

He offers her his phone, so she can do just that.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna looked about ready to go check on Gabby again, really she shouldn't be so worried, she knew better. But, as she downed what remained of the drink she was about ready to try to cross the dance floor to do just that. She was getting pleasantly buzzed by now, and with yet another empty glass in hand, was more or less swaying back and forth with the music. A tad less awkward this time.

Which is about when Kyle came up through the throngs of dancers. She blinked, and looking a bit surprised, took the offered sketch, looking over it as well as she could in the dim light of the club. "Oh.. wow.." Her eyebrows shot upward as she took in the rather dramatic and determined pose. If it wasn't quite so dark the pink on her cheeks might have been visible.

"This is really good." She dragged her gaze from the sketch toward Kyle and offered a smile. "Thank you, do you study art?"

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio gets his drinks, and takes a long sip from each to make some room. Okay, maybe kind of an obvious move, there. But so long as the bartenders aren't serving it to him, they won't get in trouble, so they probably don't care enough to fuss about it. He offers Maxwell a smile and a quick salute in response to the wave, keeping the gesture casual enough that it won't clash terribly with his punk outfit and scene-kid eye makeup.

By the time he returns to the dance floor with the drinks -- again given some kick (in /balance/ this time; he is a professional, or was, at least) -- he's basically following Kyle over to her.

"Oh, mierda -- that's actually really good," he says, peering at the drawing as he passes Lorna her drink. He's feeling a little bad about his skepticism, earlier. "You really got the 'I am so over this bullshit' look in the eyes, there." He holds up a hand, flaring up a bit of mutant-mystic energy in it, letting the shining traces cast a steadier green light than the club's own lighting. He could play coy about his abilities, but he's clubbing with Lorna Dane. What's the point?

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe feels a beep, and she blinks, and looks at her phone. She frowns a moment, then hands Hope the drinks. "Hey, I've gotta get going -- ah, my real job calls." she states in embarrassment, and then gives a slight sigh, looking at her done-up hair. I'm never gonna get the smell outta the clothes.

    And she slips away into the night.

Tim Drake has posed:
His attention still on Slade, though less obviously, Tim's following Rose, weaving through the crowd. He catches Damian's eyes, and gives him a slight head tilt, and the hand that isn't attached to Rose makes a slight gesture-- nothing obvious, but a fellow Bat Family member would be able to catch it. They are on their way out the door as fast as they can without being obvious-- beyond maybe just looking like a couple eager to go somewhere private to make out or something.

Roy Harper has posed:
Finishing off his drink, Roy finally decides it's time to call it a night. He pulls his attention away from what's happening in the back corner and decides to head out. He gives a nod to those he knows who remain, and then slips out the door.

Slade Wilson has posed:
Igor Lushenko is the third son of Emile Lushenko, a low-level enforcer for one of the many groups of the Russian Mafiya that can be found throughout the city of New York. He's been trying to prove to his father that the should be let into the "family business" for years now. So he came up with a Great Idea (tm) to get into the hottest club opening this year and make a fortune selling some new stuff that he'd heard about. He's not going to let some stuffed-shirt ruin his plan! He swipes the card off the table with a contemptuous gesture, a smug smirk on his face.

"You don't scare me, old man. My father has a dozen goons like y-HKK!"

Tim likely sees enough to gather what happened. Anyone else that's particularly paying attention catches the throat-chop that's blink-and-you'll-miss-it fast. Igor's eyes go wide and his hands clutch at his throat, and Slade's hand closes around the front of his shirt and bodily drags him across the table and out of the booth...one handed, and shoves him into the waiting hands of one of the Hellfire Guards that's come to assist, and says quite calmly to the other, "Get this crap cleaned up quickly, and throw this piece of shit out on his ass with a permanent ban."

Igor's looking a little blue-lipped, making a horrible rattling noise when he breathes in...but he IS breathing in. It wasn't a killing strike. Barely. Either way, he's soon being manhandled out of the Club.

Slade adjusts his jacket and re-fastens the cufflink that came undone with the "drag", giving the Club a brief once-over, almost as though looking for someone...but whoever it was he doesn't spot, so he heads for the door, and if anyone is standing there gawking along the way he offers a perfectly polite "Sorry for the disturbance." Even if it's being delivered in the a voice of crushed gravel.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia beams at Megan, returning her positivity 100% in what may well result in a singularity of upbeat optimism. "These drinks really are amazing! What did you say this was called again America?"

"Hi!" she calls to Sarah over the noise of the club when they are introduced, "Nice to meet you!" It's almost sensory overload for her between the myriad sights, sounds, and now /tastes/. She sips her dacqueri and tries another of Bart's wings with an expression of bliss, "What's Apple Barbeque sauce?" she asks America curiously.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney had been pulled away from the drug dealer by her friends as she was a bit too unworldly to realize that drugs could be disguised as candy. It was something she'd keep in mind now. She even had tested the goods as it were to ensure it wasn't... well. But her attention had been half on the table that they'd left behind. Enough so that when Slade makes his move against the poor drug dealer, she shifts to lace her arm through Hope's and make a tug at Phoebe. "Turn around, walk away, we saw nothing. Back exit if we need," she offers all with a cheery smile as if she were just chit chatting with her friends.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
    "Oh, hiya Bart!" It does seem that Megan does actually know other people! Although....when he starts talking about all the different flavors, there is a disconnect there. As if she isn't sure what he is getting at...until she puts two and two together. "What, you mean the daiquiri? They come in different flavors?!" This...is the best news all night.

And then, look! More people to meet! Sarah gets a wave as America once again does the introductions, followed by a blush with America's appellation for Megan. "Oh, I would say belle of the club. Really, I just wanted to wear something fun. But, never thought in a million years it would be such an eye-catcher." Sarah earns herself a wide smile as Megan gets yet another compliment on the dress. "Why thank you!"

Then...a glance towards America. "I guess your friend Kyle was right. I probably should set up an Instagram sometime..."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian offers a nod in response, holding up his phone, emblazoned on the back with a stylized W logo for WayneTech. "That's the one."

  The boy moves a little away from the situation unfolding at the table with the candyman. Managing to catch Tim's gesture, he takes a moment to look at Slade before Igor makes the wrong move.

  A hand reaches down to his pocket, and pulls out a couple of $100 bills. "Drinks are on me." He says, an obvious attempt to get the girls to not pay too much attention to the goings on with Slade and the rest.

  Bad news indeed. The PEZ dispensers in his pocket felt a little more heavy while Slade was around.

Kyle Rayner has posed:
Kyle looks a little embarassed but he nods, "Yeah, I'm starting my sophmore year at Metropolis University soon. I've always had a hand with art, at least that's what my mom tells me. I love it though, and want to study as much as I can in college before trying to do graphics design or maybe work at a video game company or something doing art design on games." He flashes Julio a quick grin and nods, "Thanks, I appreciate that. Anyway, I'm glad you like it, and I hope everything goes well for you Lorna." He waves to them both. "I'll let you get back to your dancing, and as lame as this may sound, green is awesome!"

He then heads towards the bar to get some sort of fruit-flavored drink, he was feeling a little thirsty.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
What do you know, he actually got a wave back in return. This makes the nerd's night. He grins a little bit and sips from a mock mojito then starts to pace the boundary of purgatory. His goggle gaze on a scan, he effectively looks into the wall, and later he's staring into the floor itself. He nods to himself, making a few quick mental calculations. "Looks like the floor is bearing the weight of a few tons of teenagers pretty well, if I do say so myself."

His journey serendipitously brings him into the path of the choking Igor Lushenko as he's carried out on his not so merry way. He raises an eyebrow over his goggles and glances briefly toward Slade, murmuring to himself, "So this is what Hellfire security is like."

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope definitely catches Slade's move, quirking a brow as she watches him head back for the door. "Well. Guess I was right when I told Lorna anyone starting something had bigger things to worry about than any of us." A beat. "Literally."

Then it's Gabby's turn to drag //her// away and she turns the quirked brow back on her companion as she follows just a little more slowly. "We're good," she assures Damian as she's pulled away, raising a hand to wave nonchalantly. "Nice to meet you, have a good time!"

She'll get around to interrogating Gabby once they're clear...

Slade Wilson has posed:
Slade makes his way back to the entrance and out. All is right with the world again, it seems. Though tomorrow morning Tim and Rose will find an envelope slipped under the door of their suite, containing the already-completed paperwork for a Legacy Membership to the Hellfire Club in Rose's name. Complete with a post-it note that reads:

"For when you get tired of him.

Dad"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna flashed a grin at Julio as he held out a drink to her and she seemed to have finally started to relax at least. Still vaguely swaying to the music even as she stood still holding the sketch in her other hand and looking over it. "I am so happy I don't have a healing factor right now." She drawled, taking another good sip of the much better tasting drink. The laws in Genosha had followed more European laws, she'd been drinking for a few more years than her twenty-two years would legally permit here.

Technically.

She laughed to the point a snort escaped her at his comment about the look in her drawing's eyes. Her focus returned to Kyle, and she inclined her head. "I'll be on the lookout for your work then." She offered, and laughed softly at the 'green is awesome' comment. She glanced back to Julio, shaking her head slightly.

"Well that's a wild addition to the night."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen smiles and says "Well, I meant the wings, but I think the drinks do too." He comments on the conversation "I have not tried them yet." He will look over to the bartender, and asks for 6 of the drinks all different flavors if they have them. Luckily he lives rent free right now. He does take one drink for himself and holds another as he had noticed Cassie heading that way.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Cassie hollup a minutes, shoulders giving a little rise and fall. Well, OK, fine.

After standing a moment, she turns back to face Alton, wearing what's still a bright, sugar-sweet kind of smile, though she also looks a little surprised. "Hmm? Oh. Uh." The immediate 'how about your digits' gives her some pause, apparently, but she ultimately reaches out to accept the phone, does a quick finger-tap over the surface, and then hands it back. She has, apparently, closed out the phone app, opened up some weird social media/chat thing thing that hasn't gotten popular yet but totally will soon, and entered in something there. It links to an account that is purportedly hers (Amazon4Evah, username checks out), but full of weird dance clips and incomprehensible Superhero meme content. Is this what she's into? Maybe he's dodging a bullet!

"I'm mostly on there right now. Anyway, nice t'meecha!"

And with that, the Amazon resumes her mission booze-ward, once again acting a little less dainty and a little more linebacker-ish if people don't let her get there fast enough. "Omgneedbooze," she pleads as she bellies up near Megan, America and co, as if she was stumbling in from the desert in need of water...

And, perfect timing as ever, Bart is ready with her desire. "You're a lifesaver I need this so much." GLUG.

America Chavez has posed:
"Caught my eye," remarks America, good-naturedly to Megan, and she winks at Sarah conspiratorially.

"Nice to meet you Bart," America says warmly, before looking over to Nadia. "Well, let's get some on some wings, and you can find out." And, she orders them all a big basket of wings, slathered in Apple BBQ sauce.

"Sarah and I met at a little store in Metropolis. She's good people," America promises Nadia, as if those words had some kind of import. But, if they do she doesn't further expound, instead her attention is caught by Slade's display.

She watches for a few moments, then chuckles, "Now that was a good punch," she says, appreciatively. "Solid. Quick. Effective." Forget it? Unlikely. But then, America seems to approve of it more than anything else.

Then, she blinks, "Oh, hey, there's someone over there I gotta meet." She points to the person waving in their general vicinity. "Think he's looking for me, and he's been in a bit of a jam. Going to go see if he's okay. You all? Have a good time, and save me some wings, yeah? Lovely to meet you, Megan, Bart. Sarah - don't be a stranger."

She blows them all a kiss, and begins to head over to the person to have a conversation with them, whoever they are.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah studies the wings curiously. "I'm guessing cider or apple juice based barbeque to sweeten it?" she says curiously. "Instead of vinegar. Or something like chipolte or such. I'm more of a spicy sweet person myself." she says thoughfully. She smiles easily at Megan. "It stands out? In a good way. It's alway good to have your own style, after all, instead of just copying some idol or such." She laughs a bit. "Hmm, an Instagram for outfits? Or in general?" she wonders curiously.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney nods solemnly as she reaches appropriately 'safe' areas with a nod. "Yeah but that guy wasn't really your typical security guy, not with moves like that so better safe than sorry. Even if he was maybe working with security so I guess it's okay." Darn it. Yeah she was maybe over-reacting a LITTLE bit to the situation. Maybe that stimulant still had her a bit wound up? Nah. "I'm gonna go check on Julian. You guys have fun okay?"

Julio Richter has posed:
"Sure, have a good night..." Julio peers at the signature on the drawing. Even under his mage-light, it's tricky to make out. "...Lyle?" Somehow that sounds wrong. Ah, well.

He grins at Lorna and answers, "Yeah, I never get my portrait done at the club. Especially not /well/." He twists his lip, a little embarrassed. "I thought he was just hitting on you, at first."

For his part, even though he was warily eyeing Slade, the throat-strike move was so fast that he missed it. He takes a pull from his drink, then spots Gabby and Hope as they depart the dance floor, and sidesteps to intercept. "¿Qué pasa?" he asks, giving them a concerned look. "You both OK?"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks around the room and notices Tim and Rose are gone and "Hmms, I wonder where they went." Yea he can be a bit oblivious at times. He looks back to the ladies and says "So, guys seems like an ok place, Cassie, can you teach me to dance sometime, I mean I can dance a little but only ever danced at like school dances and such."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna snickered softly as Julio tried to read the signature before she folded the sketch up as carefully as she could and tucked into her back pocket where Mary's business card sat. Better than ruining it in a spilled drink. She shrugged once, and then glanced back to Julio as he admitted he thought Kyle had been trying to hit on her. "Hey maybe this is how he flirts?" She drawled, and shook her head, taking another sip of her drink. She missed whatever happened with Slade and the booth, but as Julio made to approach Gabby and Hope, she trailed along after.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Maybe not typical," Hope agrees with Gabby, but she sounds far more curious than is likely to be good for her long-term health. That's a problem for another night, though. Tonight is for good times.

"All good," she assures Julio with a quick grin. "Security handled it. Best watch your flask," she cautions with good-natured humor. "How's the dancing going? Good times?" And then there's a weird wiggle that makes it one hundred percent clear that while Hope has a wealth of experiences to draw from, actual dancing just isn't one of them.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia leans back sipping her dacqueri, "A chipo-what? Instagram?" She is doing her level best to follow the conversation with Sarah, Megan, and Bart, but the rather narrow focus of her lived experiences in a Soviet Bunker is making it difficult to keep up. She takes ones of the new wings and munches on it, eyes going wide in sheer rapture at the /flavor/ of it, "American junk food is the best."

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell turns away from the crowd just a moment to scratch a very irritating itch underneath his welding goggles. The gesture briefly illuminates the wall and its decore in azure light. He blinks beneath the protective gear and then gazes once more toward the door, wondering what the fate of the candyman truly entails.

He shrugs to himself and gulps the rest of his mock-jito. With the crowd thinning just a touch, he ventures to tentatively move onto the dance floor. Noticing Julio's glance of concern toward Gabby and Hope, he looks their general direction and walks over to the Xavier crowd. He offers a familiar nod to Lorna then murmurs to the others, "That security guy was hardcore, wasn't he?"

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio laughs, giving Lorna a good-natured shrug. "Hey, if you're getting flirted with, gifts are always nice." Suddenly he looks shocked, and snaps his fingers, the mage-light evaporating into nothing. "Dios mío. The Renfest! That's how he got me. Bobby, you sneaky cabrón."

On a more serious note -- one that doesn't last long -- he nods to Hope. "Glad to hear it," he says, smiling just a smidge tipsily and patting his chest pocket protectively. "I'm being sneaky, I think. But yeah, the dancing is great."

By the time Maxwell joins them, he has moved a little farther into the crowd, and is bouncing and swaying to a rattling synth arpeggio, his hands and his drink held with bent elbows over his head. "I don't know about hardcore, but he sure was /old/." he says of Slade. "Don't they let security guys retire?"

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Oh this is-" Yeah, virgin drink. Appropriate as that- SHUT UP TIM.

Anyway, Cassie's face goes through a range of horrified emotions, the various stages of grief, et cetera as she realizes what has happened. Of course, if she'd thought about it long, she would have realized there's no way they could actually advertise a teen club and then serve them all booze. Then again there's a dude selling drugs! What is law? What is society?! How is she, a full sister of the Amazons a Themyscira, to be treated like a child. Injustice! Oppression!

... then again it's still a sugary-sweet fruitjuice abomination and it probably tastes really good. "Well it's pretty good anyway." She grins at Bart, both in thanks for the beverage but also at his enthusiasm and request for some dance lessons. "I'd be happy to show you some moves any time you wanted, although I bet I'd last all of, what, five, ten seconds before you'd learned them all and were doing literal circles around me." Also, to the others: "What instagram, who are we talking about?" Also: "Hi, I'm Cassie!" in the vague direction of say, Nadia and Sarah and other people in the vicinity she may not know.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah smiles easily as Cassie joins the group. "Hi Cassie, I'm Sarah. Ah, I know America, but she seesm to have vanished to the dance floor...annnnd now I sort of know all of you at least by name, so..." She shrugs her shoulders goodnaturedly, though she does perk. "...I'd take you up on dance training but I think I'd need a lot. Where I'm from, never really got to do club dancing before, so...still picking things up." she admits without shame.

Hope Summers has posed:
"He definitely didn't look like he needed to retire," Hope snorts softly to Julio. "Guys like that don't retire, they go out on their feet. But hey," she smiles easily to Maxwell. "Place like this, all these high profile people, it's the sort of security you'd expect, right?" No big deal, nothing to see here.

TAnd then she looks over to Lorna, grin broadening. "And now, having seen the efficacy of the security, maybe someone can relax a little bit," she teases. "Lorna, did you try the food yet? I saw something that looked like it was wrapped in bacon. I'm not sure what it was, but I mean...it was wrapped in bacon."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
And that is when M'gann speaks up. "Oh, Cassie! America's friend Kyle was commenting on my Final Fantasy 7 inspired dress and said I should have an Instagram. Sarah was just asking if it was for just the outfits or in general. I....am thinking just in general, because I am sure people would just get tired of seeing just different outfits and all. I wouldn't want to be boring."

Wow. M'gann...either really naive, or she is being too modest. Or both. Still, she happily drinks her daiquiri as she continues to bop to the beat of the song every so often.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna exhaled a breath as Hope waved away the concern, and she glanced briefly to Maxwell, only vaguely remembering him from the school. She smiled, and just as tipsy if not more so than Julio by now, continued to work at downing her drink. She wanted the buzz the lightness the simple ability to be a little drunk in public and not worry about it. A glance followed back to Julio as he spoke of the Renfaire and she out right laughed. "I'm glad it worked then!" She grinned over her drink, swaying slightly more than she had been before.

She wasn't as bad as Hope at dancing, but her problem fell into a different column... formal dances didn't equate good free-form dancing. Particularly with this kind of music in comparison. Still she was tipsy enough that her awkwardness had more or less eroded.

"I dunno if he looked like security to me.." She drawled, and shrugged as she kept hold of her drink. Which was nearly empty again. But then that had been her intent  from the start. She blinked in regards to the food. "Hmmm nope? I am.." She took another sip of her drink. "Enjoying myself. Trying. Don't let the reporters take my picture, yeah?"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over and says "I am sure it would take me at least five or ten minutes." He jokes with Cassie, and looks over to Megan and says "You could always do one for just your attire, and one for you, I was going to start one for Mittens, but I figured Tim might get upset about it.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Cassie receives a bright smile and a wave from Nadia, "Hi, I'm Nadia!" She drinks some more of the wonderfully sweet dacqueri, how many is that now? Is giving her this much sugar really the best idea?

"I could show you how to dance." she tells Sarah as America wanders off, "The place I grew up was kind of big on dance, mostly ballet, but we did have one Dazzler CD, which is kind of like this music." Kind of, in the same way Debbie Gibson is kind of like Taylor Swift.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell shrugs at Julio's comment and watches the others dance for a moment. He considers making an attempt then shakes his head with a big nope. "Well, see you folks around the school." He offers an up-nod to Lorna, "And thanks for the save." referring to a certain mutant gang incident then ended in a portal to Genosha.

"You all have fun, I just came by to see my handiwork." He gestures broadly with his arms, slinging a ice cube out of his glass, yelling out over the music. "I helped build this!"

Giddy with his own accomplishment, he wanders over toward the exit, having seen all he came to see.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton...accomplished at least one of his goals for the evening. He did notice a dealer getting whacked out of the corner of his eye, but he's also familiar with security and pays it no mind. It's not the first, or even the 10th time he's seen that sort of thing.

Meanwhile...hey, there's M'gann over there. He hasn't seen her in a while. "Hey, M'gann. Been a while."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Oh, I mean, it's not really hard," Cassie explains as her (very amateur) dance instruction is apparently picking up interest. From Sarah, in particular, with her lack of 'club' experience! "Compared to most more uh, formal or traditional or cultural styles, where there's a real form or pattern or meaning to it, at a club it's mostly... I don't know, just about getting out there and shaking it to the music, you know? Like, as long as you can get the beat, whatever kind of background you have, I'm sure you can catch on."

As for said formal experience, to Nadia, "You do ballet? It's so gorgeous. I wish I knew how to do anything half so pretty."

And then there's Megan's theoretical instagram. "Ohmyghod that's a great idea, you'd be suuuuuuuuuper popular. I have one for normal stuff and another one for, you know, the OTHER stuff," wink wink, "and I get tons of likes even on my half-assed 'costumes.' Like honestly, just being a girl on the internet will get you a ton." Real talk.

"But you're doing the real deal!" Well, the 'real' deal, anyway. "And people are crazy into that stuff. So I'd say do one just for the cosplay, just to separate out all the creepers and that kind of stuff, and keep a normal one for your daily life stuff, to keep it separate and keep your sanity." She gives the nod of sage wisdom.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Final Fantasy 7?" Sarah says in the tones of someone who has no idea what's being talked about. "Is that a movie or something?" Thus cementing her cluelessness on video games apparently. She does look curious at Nadia. "Really? Well...I mean, I'll take any help there. I've heard more martial arts stuff can be good? But...the clubs I've been to, it seem like mostly people jumping up and down or swaying in places, or twearking." She wrinkles her nose cutely at that. "Not that I don't have an excellent rear to twerk with, but not my favorite dance move."

Julio Richter has posed:
"Yeah he looked pretty tough, I guess," Julio allows, pogoing a bit in place. He flashes a grin at Hope that carries a touch of cockiness: partly from tipsiness, partly from the thrill of a near miss. Still, he settles down from hopping with the kick and admits to Lorna, "Yeah, maybe not security. He looked like trouble. Like..." He searches for the words, settling on: "Like he was just looking to fuck somebody up for fun. Some of the guards at the camp had that look. The ones you didn't want to notice you."

That topic is a real buzz-kill, so he downs some more of his citrus-and-vodka concoction to take the edge off. He starts bouncing again, landing hard on each kick strike, and under the influence as he is, he's bouncing sidelong off some of the other clubgoers rather than dodging fortuitously among them like before.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope shrugs to Julio, seeming thoughtful. "Maybe I should get a job as security somewhere," she muses, then shrugs once more. "I'm gonna go get some of those bacon things," she declares. "And then maybe later do some dancing or something. Observe the native behavior of teenagers in their natural habitat. All of those things."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"Wait, if it's number seven how is it final? That doesn't make any sense." Nadia asks with some confusion apparently equally clueless to America on the great works of Square Soft. "So is Instagroom is a place for posting fancy pictures." She makes a mental note to ask Janet later, she'll know.

When Cassie praises her for knowing Ballet, Nadia seems unsure quite how to take it, "Oh uh well I was forced to learn, I've never actually performed professionally or anything. But you're right it can be really pretty! I mean I could probably teach you some sometime if you want."

She perks up when Sarah brings up martial arts, "Oh do you do Martial Arts? I had to do those, too. The ballet was supposed to make us more flexible for advanced fighting techniques." Whatever that is supposed to mean.

She regards Megan curiously as the conversation swirls around, perhaps not quite sure what to make of her and the costume and the social media talk, but she smiles brightly all the same. She seems to have a smile for everyone.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna finished the rest of her drink and and smiled at Julio. "I'm gonna hit up the lady's room." She nodded to the hall. And nodded to Hope as the other mutant spoke of getting something to eat. "Have fun!" She called and made to weave her way between the crowds toward the hall.