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Just pretend the DJ's blasting Nicki French's "Total Eclipse of the Heart"
Who: Tim Drake mostdangerousbird, Kon, Bart, and open. Please feel free to set up toplevels if you want to use this setting as an open.
What: The Funkalicious Freaky Friday Free-for-All (aka the monthly 18&up dance party night). This month's theme, if the name hasn't given it away: the 90s. Please feel free to reply in whatever format you want.
When: Friday, February 3rd
Where: VOUS VOUS, an LGBTQ+ club in downtown Central City.
Content Warnings: If needed.
The music is audible before you can read the blocky, riveted metal letters above the door proclaim it to be VOUS VOUS. There's two thin ribbons of pink and green neon that twist "Voulez" through the first VOUS and "Rendez" through the second. No one pays them any mind. It is VOUS VOUS to all, and it's a local institution.
No one really remembers where the other half of the second house went, but it's gone. The two have been connected for quite some time, and the entire first floor has been haphazardly gutted and split into bar, floorspace, and kitchen. There's a stage, that on some nights hosts drag shows, but tonight there is a drag queen rocking Peggy Bundy better than Katey Sagal ever did, spinning nothing but the dopest tracks.
The floor's concrete, the ceiling's exposed, but the industrial look and dark neon works. By 9, the wide, clear dance floor will be hopping. Further back, you'll find some rickety tables and chairs that have been there since time immemorial (so like... the 90s).
If you're over 21, have your ID ready at the door and the bar. You can get in without it, but you will be handstamped with either LEGAL or ZERO ABV. They take it very seriously, as they want to provide a safe space for teens to party, and anyone trying to sneak one of the younglings a beer will find themselves tossed.
Outside/Meetup
Tim's still outside, lingering in the line and keeping an eye out for people he knows. The first time he finds a friend, he follows them to the back of the line rather than letting them cut. He doesn't mind it being stuck outside in February. Being dressed in leather pants and what can only be described as a flame-patterned crime against nature and Muppets has its perks.
Maybe you're in on the the joke. If you're not, Tim will gladly explain that he's dressing like a man that doesn't want to be invited out again, but not half as gladly as he greets you. There's a time and a place to be quiet, and waiting alone outside a party is worse than taking a night off from getting dressed up to get dressed up.
Emergency Texts
He doesn't know if he wants to spend the whole night at a club. Before he gets inside, he fires a series of copy-pasta texts to almost everyone he knows well.
Help Bart and Bolt are holding me prisoner at VOUS VOUS.
Inside - Tables
The club's warm with this many bodies, and Tim's shed his coat for what he thought would be a daring shirt, but looks blasé in this crowd.
He's holding down the fort, protecting drinks, and chairs and coats while his friends have gone else. Bathroom? Dance floor? Center of attention? Doesn't matter, and Tim doesn't mind relaxing with some juniper berry soda concoction that's meant to emulate a gin and tonic. It's kind of impressive how he sit on four seats simultaneously.
"Sorry, seat's taken." It might even have been your seat originally. It's in the unspoken societal contract that whoever patiently looks after the group's things gets to give them a cheerful hard time when they return, and Tim's beaming cheekily up at you.
Later - Dance floor
Eventually, he'll stop being such a dud and hit the dance floor with someone. Almost certainly a friend or acquaintance, but unlikely with someone new. It might take a bit of cajoling, especially if it's early in the night and Tim hasn't gotten bored with people-watching. Pick your spot. Daft Punk is a +6 charisma with him.
"Okay, okay. But if they play something lame, I'm sitting back down."
Wild card
[ You know how the game is played. ]
mostdangerousbird, Kon, Bart, and open. Please feel free to set up toplevels if you want to use this setting as an open.What: The Funkalicious Freaky Friday Free-for-All (aka the monthly 18&up dance party night). This month's theme, if the name hasn't given it away: the 90s. Please feel free to reply in whatever format you want.
When: Friday, February 3rd
Where: VOUS VOUS, an LGBTQ+ club in downtown Central City.
Content Warnings: If needed.
The music is audible before you can read the blocky, riveted metal letters above the door proclaim it to be VOUS VOUS. There's two thin ribbons of pink and green neon that twist "Voulez" through the first VOUS and "Rendez" through the second. No one pays them any mind. It is VOUS VOUS to all, and it's a local institution.
No one really remembers where the other half of the second house went, but it's gone. The two have been connected for quite some time, and the entire first floor has been haphazardly gutted and split into bar, floorspace, and kitchen. There's a stage, that on some nights hosts drag shows, but tonight there is a drag queen rocking Peggy Bundy better than Katey Sagal ever did, spinning nothing but the dopest tracks.
The floor's concrete, the ceiling's exposed, but the industrial look and dark neon works. By 9, the wide, clear dance floor will be hopping. Further back, you'll find some rickety tables and chairs that have been there since time immemorial (so like... the 90s).
If you're over 21, have your ID ready at the door and the bar. You can get in without it, but you will be handstamped with either LEGAL or ZERO ABV. They take it very seriously, as they want to provide a safe space for teens to party, and anyone trying to sneak one of the younglings a beer will find themselves tossed.
Outside/Meetup
Tim's still outside, lingering in the line and keeping an eye out for people he knows. The first time he finds a friend, he follows them to the back of the line rather than letting them cut. He doesn't mind it being stuck outside in February. Being dressed in leather pants and what can only be described as a flame-patterned crime against nature and Muppets has its perks.
Maybe you're in on the the joke. If you're not, Tim will gladly explain that he's dressing like a man that doesn't want to be invited out again, but not half as gladly as he greets you. There's a time and a place to be quiet, and waiting alone outside a party is worse than taking a night off from getting dressed up to get dressed up.
Emergency Texts
He doesn't know if he wants to spend the whole night at a club. Before he gets inside, he fires a series of copy-pasta texts to almost everyone he knows well.
Help Bart and Bolt are holding me prisoner at VOUS VOUS.
Inside - Tables
The club's warm with this many bodies, and Tim's shed his coat for what he thought would be a daring shirt, but looks blasé in this crowd.
He's holding down the fort, protecting drinks, and chairs and coats while his friends have gone else. Bathroom? Dance floor? Center of attention? Doesn't matter, and Tim doesn't mind relaxing with some juniper berry soda concoction that's meant to emulate a gin and tonic. It's kind of impressive how he sit on four seats simultaneously.
"Sorry, seat's taken." It might even have been your seat originally. It's in the unspoken societal contract that whoever patiently looks after the group's things gets to give them a cheerful hard time when they return, and Tim's beaming cheekily up at you.
Later - Dance floor
Eventually, he'll stop being such a dud and hit the dance floor with someone. Almost certainly a friend or acquaintance, but unlikely with someone new. It might take a bit of cajoling, especially if it's early in the night and Tim hasn't gotten bored with people-watching. Pick your spot. Daft Punk is a +6 charisma with him.
"Okay, okay. But if they play something lame, I'm sitting back down."
Wild card
[ You know how the game is played. ]