729/Up in the Club

Up in the Club
Date of Scene:	31 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Superwoman, Corusca, Gravitas

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Superwoman has posed:
    Faora, or rather, Damaris Duval had been rather uncertain when Victoria had suggested they go to a 'Nightclub'. However, Tori's excitement and exuberance for the entire thing eventually won the stoic Kryptonian over completely.

    "Are you certain that this clothing is appropriate for going 'clubbing'?" she wonders, "And why is it called a club- blunt objects aren't involved, as near as I can tell." As for the clothing? Faora is dressed to kill, figuratively speaking if the lack of knives is any indication- a little black dress style number- albeit in stark crimson. A pair of high heels, tasteful, in their own way and suited to dancing. A clutch purse, and nothing else.

    The pair come up to the door to the club- and of course, are immediately led inside. Two beautiful women tend to get into clubs very quickly.

Corusca has posed:
    Speaking of beautiful women getting into clubs, Miranda is already inside. She'd opted for a green off the shoulder number that offset her golden tan and rich blonde hair nicely. She'd made it to the bar and was standing there, gently ignoring the attention of a white guy with a strong chin and curly hair. He was leaning in and murmuring into her ear while she was holding a martini negligently in one hand while the other held her purse which hung from her shoulder from a gold colored chain.

Gravitas has posed:
    "Not club as in the weapon or beating people. CLub as in a social gathering! Music. Dancing." Tori is laughing as she gently tugs Damaris along, not that the gorgeous Kryptonion in disguise is particularly resistant. Victoria is jsut that sort of bubbly personality. Always eager to try new things and places.

    "I think, if I remember right, it had to do with people forming into tightly knit groups they thought resembled a head of a club, like the knobby thing you hit people with. I dunno. It doesn't make any sense." There's a shrug from Tori, who is now wearing a curious expression but incapable of letting it actually affect her mood.

Tori is wearing a little blue dress, shoulder straps and a low neckline, for her part, one better suited to matching her almost-blonde hair and blue eyes while showing off the girl's well-developed figure, skirt ending around her knees. Tori's darker skin tone makes for a distinct contrast here; she's striking, if in part for the fact she's naturally so many colours- blue against caramel skin and honeyed blonde hair, with a dazzlingly white smile she can't help showing off.

    "I wanted to go dancing. I'm not sure if you'd like this or ballroom better but I don't know any places that do ballroom, so..." Tori shrugs, leading Faora over toward the bar. "But first I'd love a coke. Okay!"

Superwoman has posed:
    "I see." Damaris offers with a shake of her head. "All very confusing." she offers as she adjusts a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. Like any good Kryptonian, the glasses are key to the entire thing. They only add to the way her face looks- a mystery of fierce blue eyes behind a pair of thick rimmed, rectangular glasses. "How do people enjoy this? The music is so loud!" Faora shouts just a touch as she looks across the bar to see Miranda- she smiles. "Ah, a friend of mine is here. What lovely coincidence. Miranda!" Damaris calls out, as she and Tori find the bar.

    Once at the bar, Faora looks to the bartender who arrives. "Water." she states simply, not particularly interested in drinking simply for appearances sake.

Corusca has posed:
"Sorry, friend, my date just arrived." Oooh, cut low and by.. another woman? The fellow practically purring in her ear looks to Faora and Tori with a bit of a sneer then turns away. Miranda, meanwhile, advances on Faora and gives her a European greeting by way of a hug. "Damaris! I thought you'd never come!" She speaks a little too loudly then a kiss kiss and a whisper in the ear, "Thank you for saving me. He's been working me for the last ten minutes."

    The formalities over, Miranda turns her attention to Victoria. "And who is this delightful slip of gold in sapphire, hmm?" She offers a hand to Victoria. "Miranda Madsen. Welcome to hell. We apparently missed ladies night so the sharks are circling."

Gravitas has posed:
    "I have no idea! I've never done this before!" Tori chirps at Damaris, grinning the whole while. She doesn't seem to mind the noise and even bobs and bops slightly as she walks, still keeping Faora's right hand in her left. "Oh, hey! That's great."

    Victoria waves enthusiastically at Miranda as they are comign closer, those pale blue eyes of hers adding to thesensation of general frenetic enthusiasm and honest glee at being present. And in present company, perhaps. "Coca-cola. For sure," the young woman enthuses at the bartender who is pretty quick at providing caffeine to fuel her hyperactivity.

    Once the woman is close enough Tori takes the offered hand and shakes firmly. The young black woman isn't any stronger than she appears to be. Which... Well. She probably goes running or something but her figure isn't suited for decathlons. "Victoria. People usually call me Tori. And... Sharks. Right. I, um. Hadn't noticed.

    Tori and Damaris both have their admirers. Of course. They are just keeping their distance for now. To Faora Tori whispers, "Sorry. I didn't know it'd be like this... Oh, hey. Free drink! Things are looking up!"

Superwoman has posed:
    "Ah, yes. A pleasure." Damaris offers to Miranda as she arrives- a couple of kisses to the cheeks as a man is snubbed by what could be a supermodel. "This is my.. close friend. Victoria. Victoria, this is Miranda another friend of mine." she offers softly as she lifts her water.

    "Would you like a drink?" she wonders quietly, as she leans back. "Or perhaps we should dance? That is the way things go here, isn't it?" She wonders next as she lets the music flow around them.

    "Sharks? On the land?" Faora wonders next, as she looks around with a bit of curiosity. "This seems like a rather terrible place for sharks." she offers with a shake of her head.

Corusca has posed:
    There's a moment where Miranda looks at Tori like.. did Damaris just ask.. "It's a metaphor. See, men are sharks. Women are the chum in the water. They immediately start circling and looking to take a bite out of whatever won't kick in their teeth." She reaches for the bar and picks up her martini.

    "Which is to say, if you wanted to go home with any of them, they would take the bait and hook without any effort. Assuming any of them were worth tagging." More with the fishing references as she gestures languidly to the dance floor with her drink. "I was almost about to give up on the night. Then you two showed up."

Gravitas has posed:
    "Well, it's just a social metaphor. Girls can be sharks. Because sharks hunt by swimming in circles and making themselves known to the target- the way people do by spreading rumors and eyeing their social targets, I guess?" Tori looks over at Miranda, wincing at the way the description is given as she pitches her softball version.

    The girl does eventually nod, largely agreeing with the dragon as she continues to speak. Tori, for her part, is sipping on her coca-cola. "Okay! Dancing. Let's do that." Her response to being introduced as a 'clsoe friend' is perhaps a bit telling. She straightens a little bit and glances briefly up at Faora but doesn't comment. "Let me finish my coke and then- okay!" Slurp. The rattle of ice as air is sucked through it at high speeds to grab the last bits of fluid in a glass that is then returned to the bar with a clack.

    "Let's go!" Miranda is offered a hand. If no resistance is offered then the woman will inevitably be dragged with both Faora and Tori toward the dance floor.

Superwoman has posed:
    Onto the dance floor they go- three women about to dance and enjoy themselves. Its fairly typical, at least it would be if the three weren't looking like they just came out of some kind of high fashion commercial for some no-need pharmaceutical.

    "I'm not a very good dancer, Tori." Damaris says as she smiles and is dragged out to the dance floor by her 'Close friend'. "You're going to have to show me, Tori."

Corusca has posed:
    For a half second, tugging on Miranda is like trying to move a car by pulling on the side view mirror. But then inertia is broken and Miranda has barely enough time to put her glass down before moving with the pair into the throng. Somehow, she manages to be graceful despite the awkwardness of the moment. "Oh dancing is easy." She declares as she lifts both arms overhead. "You just move your hips and let the body follow." Slinky. Like she's slithering upright in place. Mesmerizing even. "You just keep time with the beat is all." She looks to Faora and grins. "The hard part is if you're dancing /with/ someone. Then you have to synchronize."

Gravitas has posed:
    "I'll show you how, don't worry. As long as we don't run anyone over it'll be good," Tori offers soothingly to her... Okay. Does anyone watching believe they are just friends? Really? She leads Damaris out onto the dance floor and takes er hands, positioning them gently. "Your friend is right!" Tori agrees with a nod. "Just need to sway your hips and- well. Stay close to me." Then Tori is laughing as she is pulling Faora into the frenzy that is the modern dancefloor. Victoria, at least, lets loose. She has some moves but she's a nimble, athletic girl in a tight dress with lots of energy. People don't care if she can dance. It's just a matter of gettting Foara to join her.

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora watches Miranda as she slinks and slides- hips rocking. She looks then to Tori, watching carefully as the other woman shows her more of this odd human dancing. Its not so unlike that of Krypton, but at the same time its quite foreign. The music. The dance moves. Most of it just isn't quite right.

    Still, Damaris Duval must put on a show, and so her hips begin to sway like a pendulum- tight circles based around a central point, her core almost still as she begins to guide her shoulders and arms in that almost serpentine method that Miranda has shown her. Her hands remain firmly on Tori's hips- close friends indeed- as she sways and presses close to the other woman quietly.

Corusca has posed:
    "Now you're getting it." Miranda gestures to Faora's hips framingly with her hands as the other woman begins to mirror the slinky moves. "Not that this is dancing.. I wouldn't call it dancing. It's more like.. feathering yourself so that others of the species know you're interested.. but.." Miranda laughs. Maybe she's been at the bar a while and had more than one martini. "So where did you two meet?" She inquires loudly enough for the pair to hear her over the music. Because.. it's loud on the dance floor. Naturally, she's still slinking and enjoying it. She even runs her hands down her sides to emphasize her curves. She has lots of those.

Gravitas has posed:
    "I ran into Damaris over by the University! I don't- actually know what she was up to. We just bumped into eachother on the train." There's a laugh and then Victoria is turning toward Miranda next.

    Back to Faora, Tori hasn't forgotten her initial dance partner. Far from it. Victoria is intimately aware of how she is moving and seems to prefer to dance and- with Fae's hands on her hips- is still swaying along with her, pressed in close. Only now she is offering both hands to Miranda to draw her into their dancing. She'll havve to trust Miranda's sense of rhythm. At least Tori is loud enough to be heard.

    "How did you meet Damaris?" The girl asks cheerfully. Though the dance may soon get rather... Distracting.

Superwoman has posed:
    "We met at a party." Damaris replies, "It was a curious party, so I walked in. No one stopped me. I must have looked like I belonged." She's easily heard over the music- she doesn't even sound like she's straining her voice. Damaris notices as Tori invites Miranda into the dance with them- just assuming that is what is expected. She opens the stance, although still shifting and swaying in that so very sensual way- perfectly in control of her body's every physical move. "We had Shawarma after. It was quite nice."

Corusca has posed:
    "Have you ever had shawarma?" Miranda inquires of Victoria. It's not as if she's struggling to speak but yelling.. it's awkward. Almost as awkward as trying to get three people to synchronize their dancing. Miranda takes Tori's hands and seems to slip into their movements like she's poured herself into Tori's dress though. She's either a dancer or moving like this comes naturally. "Damaris hated that party as much as I did." She leans into Tori so she doesn't have to yell. The shawarma was much better than the snail food."

Gravitas has posed:
    "I mean. Shawarma? No..." Victoria shakes her head in a flurry of more-or-less blonde curls, nodding. Three people ddancing is not an impossible task. The only real problem here is that inevitably Damaris is the weakest link and so both the other women end up sinked to her. Tori seems to be enjoying moving... And having two beautiful women more or less draped on her. Go figure. There's nothing untoward on the college student's end, however.

    "That sounds like it must have been fun. With less snail, I guess. I have no idea what shawarma is. Turkish, right?" If one must raise their voice Victoria does. She easily speaks at an above average volume anyway. Tori still dances smoothly. Less in control than either of her partners, but more enthusiastic. The bouncing doesn't actually hurt. For various reasons. "Damaris. Are you feeling the dancing thing so far?"

Superwoman has posed:
Faora says, "Its fairly popular across that part of the Mediterranean. Turkey down to Egypt and all points in between." Damaris offers. "Its quite good. I'll take you some time, Tori." she offers.

    Weak link or not, it doesn't take Damaris long to get the hang of anything physical. She's has a certain genius to this kind of thing- and the dozen or so martial arts she's mastered certainly don't hurt when it comes to moving in a coordinated way with two other people. She moves then in reaction and attraction towards Victoria and Miranda both, swaying and swinging her hips as her hands find their own motion."

Corusca has posed:
    How the hell Miranda heard her phone ringing in the midst of this madness is a miracle. "Sorry. I know that ring tone." It's not a good one. She gives a sigh and steps away from the pair, pulling a pda sized phone from her purse and swiping to answer the call. She must have an earbud in because she is mouthing but doesn't have the phone near it. After a few moments of seemingly growing frustration, she gestures to the ladies with an apologetic shrug and a wave.

Gravitas has posed:
    Soon enough Faora is probably dancing better than Tori. Not that it matters. The girl blinks and waves as Miranda is moving into the crowd, her blue eyes thoughtful as they follow after the woman and into the depths of the club. Ultimately, however, she stays close to Faora. Small hands move to the warrior's sides as they move their hips in unison and press in close together, only to part as the music dictates.

    "Alright. Shawarma then," Victoria agrees, her vocie a bit softer. After all, Damaris can hear anything she might possibly pretend to say. In fact, Tori whispers more quietly as she adds, "Damaris... I think we have something to work out." It's an almost musical sound coming from the diminutive young heroine. "Are you absolutely sure we're just friends?" No pressure.

Superwoman has posed:
    The two come close, hands again wholly on Victoria's sides. Close again they dance, quiet as they ebb and flow together. "I don't know." Damaris offers quietly, truthfully. "I don't know what we are, Tori." she says, voice soft- a targeted whisper into Victoria's ear as she presses close to the other woman.

    "I don't have a life to share. Not yet." Damaris answers quietly, "Its something that remains to be built..."

Gravitas has posed:
    "Let me help you," Victoria responds earnestly. "I'm not asking you to give me your life or- anything. This is just us. We're..." The girl hesitates for a second, leaning against Damaris visibly as the music slows slightly for a moment. She continues to sway along with the beat. Faora can hear how her pulse quickens in such proximity, feel the way she straightens against her.

    "Most people spend decades building themselves a life. And they have help. Family. Friends." Tori pauses for a second, taking a breath. She's hardly vocalizing at all. "I guess we don't need to be anything in particular, do we?"

    Then Victoria turns her head slightly so that Faora's lips, already so close to speak into her ear, can be catpured in a gentle kiss.

Superwoman has posed:
    The kiss comes, but Faora pulls back. Its a slow withdraw- not a harsh or quick thing. Not a snatch away of disgust- just a quiet retreat. "You have a life before you get those things. Its given to you by having a family, a place to belong. I don't have that. I have one thing, Tori- my work. Right now, that's it... and I don't know what we are, or how that works."

Gravitas has posed:
    "Okay," Tori responds quietly, nodding. "That- has to be rough," she continues quietly. Then the girl'seyes are snapping to the ceiling and she starts to shift from left to right."Ooh, I like this song. Let's dance a bit more!" THen Tori is back to moving, shifting back from Faora just far enough that they can properly match the music once more. "Whatever we are... I'm glad you're here."

Superwoman has posed:
    "I know a lot of people already who say they've lost everything. They have no idea." Damaris says so very quietly, "To arrive on an alien world. To find out truly your entire world, your entire civilization, all you ever were is gone. I.. can't rush into anything, Tori. Its not you- you're beautiful and kind and everything anyone could want." Damaris says quietly into Victoria's ear in that moment of quiet. "I just can't.. rush. It isn't the right time. I need. I need me, Tori. I need someone to be. I need somehow to live and work both, because right now I only have one thing." she tries to explain, perhaps because she feels Tori deserves it- or maybe just to justify it all to herself.

    "But know that I'm glad you are here and in my life."

Gravitas has posed:
    "I get it. It's not a problem! Serious." Tori finds herself drawn back in, regardless of attempts to return to the dancing. She gives up and instead leans into Faora so they can continue to speak. "You're so far from home and everything is completely different. You need time to sort it all out. It's okay. Ican be patient until you know what you want." She doesn't sound bitter at all. Tori speaks in that quiet, patient tone reserved for when you are carefully explaining a delicate subject. "Maybe we should walk. These places are really crowded! Also sort of hard to slow down and talk like this. Gah." Someone accidentally steps on the back of Tori's left ankle but she do much in response. "No rushing. Sorry. Sometimes I get carried away."

Superwoman has posed:
    "Sure.. Let's take a walk." Faora offers quietly sliding just a little away from Tori, taking her hand gentle. Towards the door, then and out of the club.