10770/Communion on the Dance Floor

Communion on the Dance Floor
Date of Scene:	17 January 2020
Location:	P3, Avalon Heights
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Piper Halliwell, Scarlet Witch

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Piper Halliwell has posed:
It's a little past nine, and P3's doing well tonight. Crowds are in the club for their various things, and, well,whatever those may be, Piper Halliwell's not asking questions. Instead, she's looking over the club from the unusual for her position of the dancefloor. She's not working tonight, but...she's letting her hair down and enjoying herself. Witches, least, this once, can dance. Piper's not even using magic. Plus it helps her stay nimble and ready to deal with things that may come up. And it's fun, too.

She's dancing in a crowd of people, though and she now knows how sardines feel. Least the music's not stupidly loud, however. Piper's turned it down tonight. Because, why not. And she dosn't want to hear it halfway across Bloodhaven, like some clubs she could mention, too...

Scarlet Witch has posed:
The evening is in full swing, and sometimes a girl just needs to forget the everlasting darkness and threat of snow and ice. Gatherings celebrating music and life lure in Wanda like a moth to a flame, though she knows better than to let it scorch her proverbial wings. Having a good time the whole night long ranks high on the list of things to do, and after she sheds her warm overcoat in exchange for a ticket, in she heads. Not straight to the bar, no beelining for an open spot. The sorceress drinks in the atmosphere, letting the gentle currents of movement between those coming in and finding their place guide her to where she needs to be. The rhythm of the music has her caught up almost immediately, just as Piper is. The fluid motions almost beckon her to raise her wrists over her head, starting to shift in time with the tempo.

It's a different experience than yoga and no less welcome, rife with the sunshine glow of animated engagement. She blends right in, flowing into that group, smiling as she does. If anyone knocks into her, it's no issue; she merely murmurs in her rather accented voice, "Pardon."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Out of the crowd comes Piper. She looks over the crowd again moving to the bar to get herself a drink. She needs it. P3's blood and gore free thankfully after the other day, the club is looking fresh painted and newer than ever. Which, well, is a good thing really. Piper glances to the crowd again and slides onto a seat at the bar, grinning to the lackey who is working the bar tonight. "Hey, I'll take a cocktail" she says and relaxes, listening to the music. "Crank the music up one notch, is our DJ on tonight?" Piper asks. She set it up beforehand, but, but she's never sure which DJ she'll get on a night by night basis. Glancing over the bar, Piper smirks. It's weird being this side of the bar, though...

Scarlet Witch has posed:
No blood and gore to be found here; not where Wanda goes. If nothing is openly wrecked, all the better. Her senses are sharp and constantly attuned, and any spiritual malaise or building swell of dark purpose might stand out. The music shifts to some riff influenced by dubstep and a hard infusion of British dark wave to get the people moving. Less disco, more thrill. Whether DJ or recorded track it's still good for dancing, and that Wanda commits herself to with the fervor of an hedonist just released from boarding school under the eyes of a Catholic nun. Not truly the case here, but... arms in the air strike the beats, and she weaves and entwines with her own shadows and those of others, losing herself in the music for a few minutes. She won't reach the bar for -- predictably -- water until the song ends.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
That's several minutes...well, two minutes and forty seconds away to be exact. Piper though is by the time the song starts, back in the crowd. A pair of witches on the dance floor. Piper's partying it up with moves out of some cheesy 80s movie. She doesn't much care, honestly. The music's good and she's enjoying being on the other side of her job, the customer aspect. She even, et this, paid...for a ticket!

She's definitely partying it up, and she's absolutely enjoying things like this. Oh, she's sure nothing bad's gonna happen. Dancing her way to a couch, she slides onto it, somehwat awkwrdly.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Two minutes and forty seconds of shimmying and swaying, then. Of a crimson dynamo spinning up in the crowd, appreciating their delight at the dancing, drinking in the song. It feeds hope and joy through the thrill of warming up, forgetting cares of a workaday world. No bills, no issues with a job schedule or training or Mom being so damn annoying about calling her back.

The blithe laugh and shared words with someone bumping hips with her. She turns, blithe, and then comes straight up against a space in the crowd. It makes an excellent point to weave through, escaping from it. "Lovely," she says, breathing lightly but exertion applies all the same. A glance at the couch, her gaze floats there to the woman there. "Would you mind company? Better not to take up a whole seat," she gestures, a smile on her lips.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper grins and gestures over, "Sure, come join me" she says keenly. It's a comfortable couch as Piper slides into the corner of it a little more, enjoying being able to kick back. A new song starts, more of the same as Piper pats the couch for emphasis.

Looking over to the woman Piper grins, the crowd moving every which way on the floor. Dancing is like that, really, Piper's never noticed it when she's got her head down at the bar, working. Now tonight, it's the little things she notices.

Glancing up again, she raises her glass in a toast of sorts to dancing and a good time, music, and her club.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
The Transian accent inflecting her words gives Wanda a distinct melody, the joining of Slav and romantic overtones. It's a rare sight and sound to have in this neck of the world. She settles on the edge of the couch, leaving a great deal of space. A brief glimpse back makes sure nothing is wet or cracked or otherwise a hazard all the same.

"Good showing tonight. I'm surprised to see this many people out when the weather is so cold, " she observes, a hand to her brow. Nothing overt, simply adjusting her loose hair with all the fire and shadows mingled together. "My first time here. It usually this lively?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper nods, "It usually is yeah" she says with a laugh. "It's normally worse but tonight people came flooding in, we got a special on. So" she nods and looks please, "How're you liking P3 tonight?" she nods, sipping her drink as she speaks. Mocktail, actually. Piper's needing a clear head for this.