#GetInLosers #WereGoingClubbing #Open

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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

Comments

[selfequipped]

You call it devious, I call it smart ...

[She gives a casual shrug.]

And speaking as the youngest child, it is nice getting away with just about everything.

[godly]

Ha, you say that, but you need to consider the older sibling's point of view.

[Dad was a bit stricter than his mom, but Sayu was their little girl -- well-behaved, mostly, but it didn't stop her from getting away with more than was probably necessary, sometimes. Of course, Light may have been just as guilty of letting it happen too.]

[selfequipped]

In this case, my older sibling was definitely the more live and let live type. She doesn't stress about the small things the way I do. [Kate's always been very different from her sister, but they took after different parents. That would do it.] She's more like my dad, and my mom ... well, she was a different kind of hero. We just have very different priorities, but thankfully, mine are easier to do with things going my way all the time. [That much is something Kate can admit. She enjoys the privilege.]

[godly]

[He chuckles.]

I can understand that. Siblings often take completely different routes in life; how did your sister's priorities differ from yours?

[selfequipped]

She got married in her early twenties, and she's content to live rich and comfortable. [Kate shrugs after a moment.] I'm almost the age she got married, and I don't like the word comfortable.

[godly]

[Light wonders if should refrain from asking further. It seems as if this may end up treading down uncomfortable territory, but he can't be completely sure.

He tries his best to read her expression, but it's a bit difficult even for him, in this awkward club lighting.]

I can't blame you for that. Some people are fine with comfort, with stability; but others require more. Too much comfort all too often becomes stagnancy. Idleness. [Two things that Light hates very much.] There's nothing wrong with trying to steer your life down a different route; just as long as it isn't detrimental to yourself in the end.

[selfequipped]

Different people have different definitions of detrimental.

[Kate has heard it enough from people that she's being reckless, but she's grounded enough to try to find loop holes through that. Few other people would be caught up in it with her, and she acts differently depending on the context.

She offers him a smile.]

But I'm still here, and I'm still going, so I'm doing okay for myself.

[godly]

I certainly can't argue against that. I'll admit that we really don't know each other all that well, but you don't strike me as the self-destructive type.

[He almost shrugs his shoulders.]

Some family members just aren't fated to get along with each other. An unfortunate truth.

[selfequipped]

Yeah ... though I have to admit, I have to wonder when I'll get the chance to talk to my family again. Last time I had dinner with my dad, I was all long-suffering about it, and now that I'm here ... [She trails off and takes a sip from her drink.] Let's just say I'd prefer not having that all up in the air.

[godly]

[Light idly takes a sip of his drink as well. Only courteous to do so, since she went to the trouble of getting it for him.]

I can only hope that we all return to our families soon. I didn't leave my father in the best circumstances either, so you're not alone in that. Whatever consolation that holds.

[selfequipped]

It's ... enough of one. I don't want anyone to be wondering if they'll be able to work things out with their parents, you know? [It's really as simple as that.]

But I think all of us left something or someone behind that we didn't expect to be walking away from for months on end. That I remember easily and all the time.

[godly]

[He looks at her as she speaks, and he can't help but agree with her last statement one-hundred percent.]

We may return just yet. It may be luck that sends us home, or by our own hands; either way, I'm not going to completely resign myself to live out the rest of my days in Florida.

[He pauses.]

Sorry, you're supposed to be enjoying yourself. I didn't mean to bring the mood down.

[selfequipped]

I'm sure we'll go home. [It doesn't take long for her to say that, and she presses on to answer to his second statement.] And it's fine. Sometimes these conversations have to happen, but it'd be better if it wasn't happening here.

[She looks out behind her for a moment before reaching her toe to nudge at his ankle.]

Finish that up and we'll go dance.

[godly]

[He blinks in surprise at that. It isn't an unpleasant sort of surprise, but he half expected to be left to his own devices for the rest of the evening, once conversation had reached its natural end.

He glances down at his glass, which is still mostly full, then back up at Kate.]

Right. I don't mind, but-- Are you sure you wouldn't want to dance with some of the more... lively individuals out there?

[selfequipped]

If I need to dance with a more lively individual, I'll let you escape to your wall.

[It's not said as if she means to hold him hostage for the rest of the evening. Instead, there's a hint of a promise: she just wants to dance for a little, and then he can return to where he had been when she found him.

It wasn't a big deal, after all.]

[godly]

[Well. He supposes he doesn't have reason to decline then; if anything, he thinks he might enjoy dancing with Kate, as opposed to some stranger on the dance floor he doesn't even know.

He nods, and not wanting to keep her waiting, attempts to down the rest of his drink. He manages, as he often does when he puts his mind to something, and sets the empty glass down on a small table next to his seat.

Wow. He could feel that one burn a little on the way down.]

All right. I'm ready. [...he says, standing.]

[selfequipped]

[Just as she prepares to lead him out, her fingers curl around his bicep to lead him out to the floor. There's very little need to say much here, and Kate has the feeling that she's going to have to ensure that she leads before he realizes that no one really knows how to dance out there.

Or a good portion.

Kate herself isn't half bad, being a musician and someone who keeps time fairly well. But she's willing to hold back so that Light doesn't feel like he's basically in the desert as a fish out of water.]