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WHO: The imPort youth | Open!
WHERE: Heropa. The club, the nightlife & early morning breakfast to nurse some possible hangovers.
WHEN: Wednesday night, for people who want to be wiped the next day.
WHAT: Clubbing, dancing, drama, being young, dropping the mic, pancakes at 4 a.m., bringing back the night.
WARNINGS: Club is 18+, bar is 21+ (don't let that stop you, defy the establishment!!) Probably some underage drinking and some swearing AND LOADS OF FUN. This space reserves to be edited depending on content.

7:00—9:00 PM | get in losers

[ the park: the pre-arranged meeting place. true to florida's reputation, it's a proper hot summer evening, though past sundown it's cooled to a somewhat more tolerable temperature. still, maybe leave your jacket at home.

by now it's dark enough to be fully nighttime, but the park is well lit enough that it's not much of a problem. there's still a few people milling about, either with a destination in mind or just talking a walk, but on the whole there is plenty of space for a bunch of disorganized young adults to gather and attempt to get their plans in order. ]

10-ISH PM—??? | turning that dubstep up to 11

[ the entrance was a discrete basement door painted dark red. there’s a doorman wearing a pair of “deal with it” sunglasses at the bottom of the stairs, and he tips them down to take a look at the imPort group and waves them in without trouble. having a group of imPorts in their club was was draw enough to gain new patronage. (so much for the ID check.)

some were familiar with the atmosphere, and some weren’t. it was like the vintage lounge somehow crash-landed into the world of electro house. whatever this was it managed to find itself almost packed to the brim, even in the middle of the week. between the loud hammer of the dubstep and mill of bodies on the mirrored tile of the dance floor, it was like walking through a fog that dulled all of the least important senses. it was part of the overstimulation.

the dance floor is packed, and there’s a mingle of bodies in an ostentatious array of glitter, colorful fedoras and flower crowns. they’re all dancing to the music, hands raised high as though they’re reaching for the single, faux crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

it was two stories, and the ceiling above the dance floor high. the DJ’s was at the far end of the room in a raised booth above the partygoers, mixing both records and an eclectic mix of dance music that shook the foundation. the floors and walls were solid concrete, held by steel beams that no one bothered to make any more presentable. nestled in the walls around the dance floor were booths with red leather covered seats, complete with silver studs. the leather was cracked, worn and generally uncomfortable. they were large enough to fit a healthy number of people, depending on how willing they were to get close to each other. at the center of each unstained, raw wood table was a candle that flickered in time with the music.

around each wall there’s a staircase lined with a vintage handrails. they’re so old that the gold is tarnished and some of the spokes are conspicuously missing. up on the balcony it’s quieter, the music a little more dulled by design. there’s sparse seating, but it seems to be where most people go to have both their hot make-outs and heart wrenching break-ups.

the bar is bustling with people, three bartenders serving a range of classic cocktails, including martinis (with gin and olives), Manhattans, High Balls, and straight-up hard liquor. (unfortunate for those who are underage, you’re in need of a wristband—but your of-age companions may be willing to spot you.)

party on, imPort youths. ]

PRESS PLAY
ˣ Fatboy Slim, Riva Starr & Beardyman - Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat (Calvin Harris Remix)
ˣ Daft Punk ft. Pharrel - Get Lucky (LuckyLux Remix)
ˣ Bassnectar - Open Up Ft. Simon Morel
ˣ Knife Party - EDM Death Machine
ˣ Avicii - Addicted To You (David Guetta Remix)
ˣ DISKORD - Freak
ˣ Lana Del Rey - Summertime Sadness (Cedric Gervais Remix)

4:00 AM | the prescription for any hangover is pancakes

[ dawn has broken: the fun is over. some partygoers have likely slunk back to their homes to pass out, but for those who are too buzzed to give it up yet or just need to unwind, or those who need a somewhere to come down from a near-miss with the popo, some remaining stragglers have elected to partake of the all-important post-club tradition: extremely early morning breakfast.

and so everyone crowds woozily into lenny's, which is pretty much the only place that's even open this hour. the booths are lumpy, the waitresses are impatient, and the food is your typical bland all-american diner variety, but it's cheap and it's there and there's coffee for the still inebriated.

it is a breakfast of broken hearts and regrets. ]

yo, OOC notes | This post brought to you by Megan & Loki. Please feel free to PM us if you have any questions! a few notes of merit:

(1) This is set-up like a collab event log! Please make a header with your character and fill it up with where ever you want to be, or however you want to dance. If there's no header for what you want to do, please feel free to make one. Partycrashing is legit. Everyone go crazy.

(2) Here's Megan's original post! for the curious.

(3) While at the park, it will be decided that the group will split up according to preference of evening entertainment. One group will be going clubbing, as was the original idea, and the rest are free to organize and do as they see fit. If they're at the club already, no need to do anything along meeting lines.

(4) Remember Skye made Instagram, take embarrassing photos, guys. (✿ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ *:･ﾟ

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10ish-until breakfast time!

[There really isn't a world where Kate was unlikely to miss this event, but the more unlikely part is where she would show up for any of the hangouts earlier in the evening. Given her tendency to take as much time as possible getting ready—when it comes to something like this, at any rate—the "hit the club around ten" schedule seems ideal. For what it's worth, she even tells Tommy to meet her at around 10:30, knowing that if she was running over in getting herself together, he might grow impatient.

She doesn't think he'd find something else to do. No, this is Tommy, but she does think that it would be rude to keep a speedster waiting. A half hour would be like two months to him, so she keeps herself considerate.

After showing up with Tommy, Kate spends much of the night active and involved. She dances, she has a few drinks, and she's conscious of her water intake ... and anyone near her. She's not wearing a wristband, so if anyone's interested in alcohol themselves, they can probably get a couple drinks from her.

There are periods in the evening where she drifts off to some part of the club alone, drink clasped in hand, and she watches the room. If anyone passes her, she'll look over at them and ask a simple question:] Are you as surprised as I am that we're able to kick back?

[She knows she's probably thinking about it too hard, but it's that time of the night. And for Kate, who hasn't slowed down since she arrived in this world, those times of the night are a little more frequent.

After all, for all the fun she's having, she feels a little guilty about kicking back herself.]

4:00-PANCAKE TIME

[Having been situated from her enjoyable highs and her overthinking lows of the evening, Kate is still way too energized to head back to her apartment. She's buzzed still, having had a couple too many drinks, but she doesn't feel sick in the slightest. She figures that the length of time they were out is mostly the cause for it, especially combined with most of her recent evenings for the past few months not involving alcohol.

(Evenings with Loki and Ryan Gosling on the screen aside, that is.)

At this point, she's sure to smile as they walk over to the pancake house, and she'll make conversation with whoever's near her ... or inside of the restaurant. For Kate, the night is still young, and it's back to the daily grind soon enough.]

[Skye's been out and about with the whole clubbing thing all evening-- danced with a few guys, danced with a few girls, it was fun. She disappeared up to a higher level overlooking the club at some point to have a chat with Loki, and afterwards she'd looked a bit put out, but she managed to get back in the swing of things eventually. Drinks had helped. She's pleasantly buzzed still, but not over-the-top. Skye knows her limits well by now. As she walks into the pancake place with the others, she turns to Kate and says:]

Man, it's been a while since I did this. I am so ready for pancakes, let me tell you-- you don't even know.

Pancakes will definitely be happening.

[There's a moment where she debates being nosy, but she decides to go with being nosy. What will it hurt? She steps closer to Skye, and ensuring that Loki's not anywhere within earshot, she asks:] Did things go poorly with my illustrious teammate?

Edited 2014-07-07 00:18 (UTC)

[Skye takes a seat in a booth once they're inside, scooting over to the window so others can slide in.]

Oh-- you saw that, huh. I don't know. "Poorly" isn't the right word. He's good enough company. Just... I was after some information I thought he might have. But he didn't, so. It's fine.

Consider me nosy.

[It does make her wonder what information it happened to be. Bartering with Loki is sometimes a dangerous thing to do, even as his friend. Kate knows that his intentions are better on most occasions ... but that's with a specific group of people.

Kate's not certain if Skye is included in that group.]

As long as he didn't get too irritating.

[Skye's brows furrow for a moment and she gives a lop-sided kind of grin.]

You know-- people keep saying that to me? That he's irritating or annoying. I don't get it. Sure, he's got a little swagger, but... I mean, compared to the one from my universe, he's a cakewalk. He's actually pretty funny, sometimes.

... What did the one do at home?

[It takes her only a second to ask. Kate doesn't want to tarnish Loki's reputation, especially after what just happened at home to him. So, she won't, but she still thinks that if Skye has experience with a Loki, it's important to know about it.

In fact, she wonders if Loki knows about it.]

Ahhh... he... kind of went on a bender? I'm not privy to all the details obviously, but from what I saw and what I read later... it was like. He stole this super powerful objected named the Tesseract? Capital T. Capable of blowing holes in the side of the universe for fun, you know, that kind of thing. Then he brainwashed Agent Barton into working for him and revealing what he knew of SHIELD's movements and basically proceeded to lead an alien invasion to New York with the intention of decimating-- I don't know, the city? The country? And making the entire human race bow to him. Y'know. Stuff like that.

And before you get all "whatever we have alien invasions twice a month in my world"-- yeah, I know. I've only heard that like a half hundred times by now. But it was the first and last since that we've had, so you'll have to excuse me if it's still kind of a big deal to me. We were sooooo not prepared to deal with it. Half of New York was flattened.

[Hawkeyes are sometimes singleminded, even if they don't realize it. Kate processes the extent of what Loki had done, but she doesn't focus on all of it. Loki doing things, Loki being a villain is all old news. She doesn't even need to be told not to say invasions happen all the time, and she cares about New York.

She does.

But—]

Is Clint okay?

"Is he okay" as in, is he alive and does he have all his mental faculties and is he back on the side of good and back in the field? Yeah. By all accounts.

"Is he okay" as in, is he suffering any lasting emotional damage from being mind controlled? ... I couldn't tell you. I... haven't actually ever gotten to meet him in person.

Ah ... sorry. I just miss him a lot.

[Kate thinks the alcohol might be talking right now.

She doesn't take the words back, though.]

Yeah? ... He sounds pretty cool. What I've heard of him, anyway. Are you guys close?

We're partners. Hawkeyes. We work together.

[She shrugs after a moment.]

When you take up a guy's name and work in tandem with him, I'd call it close.

[Skye's looking at Kate now with a new level of appreciation.]

... Wow. That's ... pretty badass.

You ... do realize half the "only six Avengers" thing was funny is because we're all mostly Avengers?

[Well, that's not entirely accurate. But it seems important to point it out.]

I kind of figured it out, yeah, but it's still cool to actually hear about it.

I can tell you a lot of the ways Clint exists when we work together. I'm sure it's a riot.

[Except for the time when she had to feel his junk for his card.

Kate wishes she never had to do that.]

Oh man. If you have any funny stories, you've gotta share.

Hmmm ... here's an idea. Why don't you call me sometime for drinks? I'll tell you them then.

Kate Bishop | OPEN

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Around 3 a.m.

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pancaaaakes

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