Club Nation, DC, Thursday Night.
Nov. 30th, 2006 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billy"Hey Z!" The bouncer in the red t-shirt greeted the girl. "I hear you finally dropped that low life you were slumming with."
"Yeah well," Zanya said non-chalantly, grabbing Billy's arm and tugging him close. "Found myself a real man."
Billy rolled his eye. "There's plenty of `real men` who haven't had several years of intense martial arts training Zanya."
"yeah but they probably wouldn't have been able to beat up-"
The bouncer, recognizing the look of a guy who doesn't need to brag, or hear anyone else brag, about past exploits, interupted her.
"Here." he said, giving them both orange wrist-bands that identified them as of age. Billy raised an eyebrow.
"It helps to know someone on the inside." Zanya grinned. "And we won't have to pay the cover either. C'mon, buy my a drink strait-edge."
billy followed her into the dark club, music thumping loudly on the sound system, he could feel it in his prosthetic. Weird. it was loud enough that conversation was nearly impossible unless they were standing right next to each other, and shouted.
Zanya came here a lot it seemed. She introduced him to her club friends, got/punk boys and girls her own age and older, and some younger. billy found himself bemused by the fact that, this place, this night, Alchemy they called it, the way some of the people were dressed, made Fandom seem normal by comparison.
He didn't quite manage not to stare at one young man, wearing boots with soles that made him tower over everyone, and wearing a one piece, skin tight jumpsuit, with arms long as a strait jacket.
billy bought Zanya a drink at the small bar in the first room. Then they wandered from there into the larger room, where they had concerts, and they danced. He saw balconies above and thought;
this would be a great place for a fight scene.
"Your friends aren't planning on jumping me are they?" he asked loudly.
Zanya deliberately misinterpreted. "Well, Nightshade looked like she'd be willing to."
finally tiring of the dance floor for now, they retired to a smaller room upstairs where couches, and, another bar were set up. Music videos were playing on a screen on the wall.
"Metro shuts down before this place does." Zanya said in his ear. "you don't have any classes tomorrow do you?"
ooc: nfb due to distance, no interaction for same reason
"Yeah well," Zanya said non-chalantly, grabbing Billy's arm and tugging him close. "Found myself a real man."
Billy rolled his eye. "There's plenty of `real men` who haven't had several years of intense martial arts training Zanya."
"yeah but they probably wouldn't have been able to beat up-"
The bouncer, recognizing the look of a guy who doesn't need to brag, or hear anyone else brag, about past exploits, interupted her.
"Here." he said, giving them both orange wrist-bands that identified them as of age. Billy raised an eyebrow.
"It helps to know someone on the inside." Zanya grinned. "And we won't have to pay the cover either. C'mon, buy my a drink strait-edge."
billy followed her into the dark club, music thumping loudly on the sound system, he could feel it in his prosthetic. Weird. it was loud enough that conversation was nearly impossible unless they were standing right next to each other, and shouted.
Zanya came here a lot it seemed. She introduced him to her club friends, got/punk boys and girls her own age and older, and some younger. billy found himself bemused by the fact that, this place, this night, Alchemy they called it, the way some of the people were dressed, made Fandom seem normal by comparison.
He didn't quite manage not to stare at one young man, wearing boots with soles that made him tower over everyone, and wearing a one piece, skin tight jumpsuit, with arms long as a strait jacket.
billy bought Zanya a drink at the small bar in the first room. Then they wandered from there into the larger room, where they had concerts, and they danced. He saw balconies above and thought;
this would be a great place for a fight scene.
"Your friends aren't planning on jumping me are they?" he asked loudly.
Zanya deliberately misinterpreted. "Well, Nightshade looked like she'd be willing to."
finally tiring of the dance floor for now, they retired to a smaller room upstairs where couches, and, another bar were set up. Music videos were playing on a screen on the wall.
"Metro shuts down before this place does." Zanya said in his ear. "you don't have any classes tomorrow do you?"
ooc: nfb due to distance, no interaction for same reason
