Club Medical Wellness

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There's method to the madness of noise that penetrates through the door of the establishment as the Wellness crowd approaches, at first just muffled sound waves, but then felt in throbs across the flooring as they make their way inside, then it's almost like being on the receiving end of a defibrillator (medical metaphors with this bunch, natch), complete with people yelling CLEAR! and similar nonsensical adjectives, and pulse-awaken jolts that scream LIVE, DAMN YOU, LIVE!! before one realizes that despite its repetitive nature, this madness is indeed MUSIC to the ears. And the people here are living with a vengeance, moving to the grooving, packing up to the triplet bars, and creating a secondary wall of sound with their yelled conversation. <English>

Dale looks to be in a fairly good mood and has been ever since they got more than a few miles away from Persephone and the shuttle people offered the first drinks. Ah, a happy shuttle ride is a ride where you get drinks and are going to a fancy club and get to dance or fake that you can dance anyway. He'd kept an arm around Lee's shoulders during the ride and chattered amiably, or listened quietly. As they touched down and made their way to the club to hear the blessings of loud noises that were not screams, cries and moans of people in distress that you're not sure you can save. Its people living, it really is and he can feel his heart lift just walking into the place. It's like watching the sun shine as it rises over a field, "Everyone needs to have at least one drink, Xian, you can drink what are they called? Non Alcoholic cocktails right?" he inquires. He checks his weapons, a Kriss and Colt, without any hassle and pays the cover charge to the man at the door, showing id and all that. There is clear relief and anticipation on the man's face. A good time will be had; he can feel it in his toes. <English>

"Yes, but water does work for me as well." Xian replies loudly back as she follows them in. She is wearing pink scrub pants and a t-shirt that is slightly pink and looks like it could be one of Dale, most likely she snagged it out of his office. She also has a pair of glasses sitting on her head. She still has a ashen look to her but there is a ture smile on her face. <English>

Eyeing the weapons check, Von sighs and starts rifling through the inner pockets of his suit coat. Brass knuckles, a collapsable cattle prod, something that looks like a see-through lighter..it all goes into one of the lockers, one by one in a near-comical endless wave. The familiar confines of the noisy club unsettle Von as he steps through the door with the rest of the group. He pauses in his tracks quite abruptly, fumbling for a cigarette, his pants pocket seeming to have swallowed his pack. Only when he finds it and has one lit does he start moving along again. "I'd be more'n happy to drink yours for ya," Von quips to Xian. <English>

"Hrm, strobes." Terra mumbles to herself as she makes her way into the club with the others, still bitterly rubbing the needlemarks on her arms. While Terra is generally psyched about parties, she somehow does not look incredibly stoked. She runs her fingers through her newly shorn hair and moves towards one of the bars, speaking quietly with the bartender. He nods something to her, before she waves the others over. "You guys don't have to pay for drinks, you know. David would never dream of asking you guys to pay..." She runs her fingers through her hair again, sticking her hands in her pockets. The teenager moves behind the bar and adopts a sullen look, plopping herself onto a stool. <English>

Lee takes a few moments inside the curtain to process the room with a dreamy-feverish cast to his eyes - oh dear, and we thought he might display a reasonable amount of reserve in the presence of Sister Xian.. But the boy is definitely on something, the question being when he had a chance, what with Dale glomming him on the journey over. A couple of in-flight drinks, sure, but the effects of those would have worn off by now. The heaviest of the beats, steady and driving enough to reset the pace of one's own ticker, roll up his legs, inciting him back into movement, and he trails after the group, just close enough to catch bits of the discussion. "Wadda, wha..?" he calls, disbelieving. "Na, Xian.. Cuppa rice wine, at least! You're in it now.. You are IN IT!" Nice.. Lee's got his slummer-speak going on now. "Tell'er, General! Terra, the clinic's a charity, but the club's a business! We're payin' our way like everone else!" And shouty-shouty-shout. He eyes her slump with a vague frown, then reaches over to tap Dale's shoulder. "Everthin' /is/ smooth sailin' back adda clinic, righ'?" <English>

"Aye, its smooth sailing now, just gotta get people up on their feet now. Free drinks!" Dale's eyes widen with a grin, "Hey. We're coming here all the time, then. No, really we're ok to pay" Note to self; don't tell Marc, he'll put the club out of business. Actually it would be kind of nice to get off world once in a while and Santos doesn't look that bad of a planet to hang out at. "Terra, do you guys have local bands play here?" He wonders, hopping up on a stool to unknowingly become girl magnet as soon as he does so he can focus for a moment on Lee, who is acting just a tad stranger than usual. Bah, it's a fun night, he'll just shrug that off for the moment and keep an eye on the boy. He's not planning on staying on the stool all night though! He begs the bartender for something tall and cold, slushy and with rum in it. He has decided rum is good for tonight. "Shots come after the first drink, we'll toast the puffer fish." It's been so long since he's actually been out partying, "I think?" He glances at Vondye, with a little wink then, "you're dancing right? And yes, you're having some rice wine!" he tells Xian, "Good idea, Lee." <English>

"I have only been drunk once in my life and it did not go well." Xian replies back. "If not water then how about virgin Pina Colada?" Her smile is warm and she looks over at Lee with a raised eyebrow, and the look is more like that a mother would give. "Von you can have my portion of the actual alcohol." <English>

VonDye glances back at Lee, his initial look blank and scrutinizing. But then he rolls his shoulders, as if working out the kinks, the look melting into a grin. "Ah, appreicate it. But they're right. One drink ain't ever killed no one," he says to Xian. "Worst it can do is make a fool oughta ya, or ruin ya relationships, or lead to another drink, or..." He rattles out several other unsavory outcomes as he's lured to the bar like a fish after a particulary tasty piece of bait. He eyes Terra there. "/They/ can pay. I'll, however, take up ya offer," he says to the teenager, "M'pretty sure there's a bottle of the best vintage with my name on it." Attention darting to Dale, he gives a curt shake of his head. "Only way I'll get on that bloody dance floor is if it suddenly becomes populated by a harem of scantily clad women-folk." <English>

Terra tests her Mixology against a 50 difficulty. The result is successful (9).
There's the briefest of pauses at Lee's refusal before Terra grins. "Yeah, well... I'd normally say that David wouldn't accept your money, but if you keep refusing, I'ma bet he would." Terra shakes her head a little bit at Dale as she begins to mix up drinks; first, Xian's virgin pina colada. "No, we don't have a lot of local talent here -- but Bastien and I are going to play here, when things aren't so turbulent. Between explosions, planets maybe being nuked, and me being sick, we haven't gotten in much band practice as of late." With a few flourishes of her wrists and the appropriate components, the pina colada is set aside for Xian. Terra then pours a moderate glass of something very old and very strong for Vondye, sliding it over to him. "Scantily clad women-folk? Maybe if you start buying them drinks..." Terra suggests quietly, as the other bartender begins to diligently work on serving Dale. With rosy cheeks, Terra busies herself behind the bar wiping it down. <English>

VonDye senses: Lee is probably just high on life or something.
Dale senses: Lee is probably just high on life or something. There's nothing of the chemically-induced numbness in his glittering-eyed gaze. He was mostly quiet on the last leg of the journey, zoned way out there for a while.

There's amusement at Von's half-assed efforts to convince Xi it's safe to drink OR MAYBE NOT. "Awrigh' Xian, I wasn't serious, you don't hafta," Lee turns right around to insistently defend her right to sobriety. He blinks wide-eyed at her 'look', then ducks away from it. No mothering allowed on club night! Lee can't seem to stay put by the bar, glancing at the bartender like he was some plodding behemoth, and forgoing a drinks order for himself to move about eight feet out from the barstools before he stops again seemingly by invisible tether of responsibility. Dale's sat down already, he's leaving himself wide open to any number of bold pick-ups. Right, right though.. no mothering allowed, Lee! Roving his eyes restlessly along the length of the bar, and then finding a focal point in the nearby morass, a pastel pink halter with huge tri-pronged spangles that swirl 'round and 'round as the owner gyrates, Lee points. "Look General - Harem Gal! Let's go!" <English>

"Whut!" Dale looks brightly at Vondye, "they look plenty scantily clad to me." He appreciates the crowd with a general chuckle, though one eye is kept on Lee. Maybe he should make sure that he doesn't get too drunk tonight and keeps himself alert. He waits patiently for his drink while he hears the news about Bastien and Terra in a band. Huh? Bastien plays? That's interesting. He makes a mental note to ask what later. He looks about to be worried at Lee, and possibly comment but shakes it off. He starts to relax once the music beats into his brain and tosses away the pain of the last days. He's glad now he left his coat in the locker. Then Lee's words perk right the hell up, Christ with a flamethrower, his brain mentally prods him, inside voice: "What are you doing sitting down?" outside voice: "incoming boobs at nine o'clock." Hey, wait a minute. That was said backwards. He gives up trying to explain and focuses on the pair of rather large breasts clad in a tight leather corset that are coming.his.way. He has nowhere to hide! Whose stupid idea was it to sit down? Oh right! He has a chaperone! "Mom!" he tells Xian suddenly, "Can I have another drink?" The corset 'miraculously' turns in another direction once she hears that remark. <English>

VonDye takes the drink, sniffing at it, leaning back as the potent scent of alcohol assaults his senses. "I may work for a charity or whatnot, but I ain't charitable. I haven't had enough to drink yet to start givin' hand outs." he remarks to Terra. The glass is raised to his lips, and he takes a tentative sip, coughing a bit as it goes down. "Gorram, I think this may actually be engine hooch. /Good/ engine hooch though." He sets the glass down, not taking another sip for a whole minute, demonstrating a rare bit of will power. The moment is broken when he steels himself and gulps half the rest of the contents without coming up for air. There's a visible shudder, a swipe of his sleeve against his lips. He goes for the second gulp to finish off the glass, but then Lee distracts him. "I said populated by, implying lots of women-folk, not /one/," Von insists, eyeing the dance floor as if it were a viper, scant outfits and boobs or no. Almost in a tone too low to hear over the music, he adds in a deadpan, "Besides, if I get up, this hooch may have me reanactin' my previous time here." Another shudder. <English>

Terra laughs quietly and reaches out, putting some of the money that was handed over to her earlier in the tip jar. She steps out from behind the bar and shakes her head at the three males with a soft sigh. "I don't think I'm feeling as hot as I thought I was. I'm going to get back on the Klaighmar and eat some chicken noodle soup. And no, that's not a euphemism for anything else." Terra says, waving a hand dismissively. She looks to Jim and murmurs a few things to him quietly before nodding towards the three lovable, arguably wayward stooges. "Alright... you guys have fun. Don't let Xian get too wild. And if she does, make sure to send me photographic evidence over the Cortex." <English>

Captain, I'm sensing reluctance from the Wellness Lifeforms... a true Empath Lee is not, but he isn't so drugged that he can't see the pattern developing here. After noticing the successful tactics in repelling the first of many bosoms tonight that'll be floating Dale-wards, Lee directs a glower at all concerned. "I'll be back.. an' when I do I'll be draggin' /someone/ out to sea with me!" he metaphors imperiously. Without any further attempt to get Von to dial back his ambitions and settle for a single Genie, Lee suddenly plunges into the sea of bodies, the soft furls of his hooded raincoat-poncho-thingy floating out behind him in his wake. Probably none of you folks have ever accompanied Lee to a discotheque before, at least, not for actual dancing. Drinking, oh sure. Cornering crooks, yepyep, here's lookin' at you, Lambsey-Is-Our-Nympho! But not dancing. Dance clubs are special, scary places, most definitely. There's a kind of savagery that seems inherent in the inchoate mass of bodies all responding to the same deafening, driving beat, like rats following the Pied Piper to their doom. You have to let it happen, let the tide of music sweep you away, if you want to be IN IT. That's not a piece of advice one would expect Lee to fall in with, but fall in he does, as he forges into the midst and by some hive-mind consensus, is given enough space to shimmy his shammy. <English>
You test your Dance against a 75 difficulty. The result is successful (48).

Dale tests his Con_Artist against a 75 difficulty. The result is successful (10).
Dale tests his Persuasion against a 75 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-10).
Dale tests his Charisma against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (5).

Dale's about to say something smart-alecky, but it's caught in his throat when he watches Lee go out on the floor. Women? Huh? Von can have all the women. His eyes are riveted as he watches Lee get swept away into the tide and he can't help but stand himself. Oh, he's not nearly as good, but when there's people cooked up on stuff all around him no one really notices that he's just looking like he's with it. He's really just doing what he sees other people do, mimicking their moves. He stays sort of on the fringes, avoiding getting pulled into the sea of bodies for the moment. Every so often he catches a flash of Lee as the bright strobe light winks around and illuminates his shiny shirt. He carries his drink, nearly finishing it off before someone puts another in his hand. Now Dale's far too smart to just drink something put in there so he simply sets it down nearby and prowls back towards the bar. "Let him have his fun, come on Von. Dance, you weren't that bad at it!" He encourages the man, but clearly isn't quite as good at that as he is convincing people he knows what he is doing. There was plenty coaxing in those Lambsey eyes though, hard to resist and sparkling! Too bad he's a guy, and not flirting! It is time to let go though, he'll do that but first he just has to get into the groove of the night. Someone else already has her fingers latched into his belt, "Come 'on to the floor" she purrs in Dale's his ear, green hair and painted lips clucking and fluttering in his fase. Yeah, it's a bar and the chicks are drawn to him. <English>

VonDye tests his Agility against a 75 difficulty. The result is successful (11).
VonDye snatches the glass again, pouring the rest of the strong drink down. He signals for another, nursing it to insobriety. The good stuff always seemed to pack a wallop compared to the watered down offerings of ye old usual local tavern. Drink number three is already drained as well as he slides off the stool, managing to do so without falling, and shakes his head at Dale. "Dancin' is for fools," he insists before the man gets carted off. He leans back against the bar, keeping himself steady, and waves his empty glass at the bartender for a refill. With full glass, he wanders out into the crowd aimlessly, keeping one foot careuflly in front of the other. "Fools, ya hear me! All of ya!" He's chuckling as he says it, but his voice gets drowned out by the crowd. <English>

Indee~eed, there's no such thing as sucky dancing as long as one can move to the beat, even if it takes sheer bloodymindness. "We can dance, we can dance, everybody's takin' the cha-haaa~ance!" sing the people in a roar of the chorus that is almost Gregorian in key and phrasing, the line taken from an Earth-That-Was tune since permutated and pummeled into the freakin' club mix that it is today. So, apparently yes, they can dance... and then there are those who can /dance/. And those are the folks who do more than just hip-swing and bebop to the main beat. There are all sorts of subtler rhythms in the music which one can use to embellish their movements, and those with the know-how are seen to strut and twirl and hair-toss at given moments, and it all looks organic and /right/. Lee has no fear of the Pied Piper, because he know the madman's secrets, and goes along beside, and not behind him. He does shimmer his clubwear like a pretty fish flashes its scales, and looking back towards the bar, sees his comrades getting their feet wet with a feverish smile. With another roll of his hips, he's turned again, tails snapping out behind him as he threads out of his spot to meet back up with them. <English>

Dale has heard the lyric before of course and it immediately makes him smile. Easy does it Lambsey, it's been a while since you had fun. Ok, ok. He lets himself get drawn into a dance with this one girl who just seems to want him there as a partner. No feeling up is happening, it's just dancing. On closer inspection, she seems a little high but not so much that she's not in control. "If we want to! We can leave our friends behind! Cause if you don't dance..." and so on and so forth, the song blares out from the speakers and Dale mouths the words with amusement. Hip bumping, grinding, whirling, it's all a mass of moving flesh, enjoying the beat. Dale raises his hands with the rest of them, just a swinging in the sea, or maybe he's trying to not let them jostle his drink so much that it's going to spill! Lee...oh there he is, coming this way. Gently he encourages the woman to let go of his belt. <English>

Not paying much attention to the blaring music, the amount of people and the lights and the drinking makes Von tug at his collar, the cloth of his suitcoat damp with sweat. He loosens his tie, then spots a group of people hovering further down the bar. They're in conversation amongst themselves, and Von ambles over, butting right in. "You," he says, pointing to a petite woman with a neon-colored drink in her hand, her mouth hanging open mid-sentence as she's interrupted. "I'm puttin' ya pretty arse in charge of watchin' this for me." Shrugging out of his suitcoat, he tosses it at her, only to have it drop at her feet as she steps back from the flung garment. The buttons of his collared shirt are pulled open, and that comes off as well. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending no whose looking, he's wearing a tanktop underneath. "This too. Take good care of 'em, love, and I'll make it worth ya while." A drunken ribbing is thrown, which ellicits a death glare from the young man standing next to her. Von doesn't catch it and goes to drink from his glass, realizes it's empty. He bangs it hard on the bartop to get the bartender's attention. "Fill 'er up, come on, I ain't got all night." <English>

Epona pushes through the door to the club, a relaxed smile on her face and a sort of jaunty wiggle to her hips. She slowly sort of saunters through the club, moving with the rhythm of that /oddly/ familiar song, before she manages to catch sight of Dale (wherever he may be). "Vous," she says, tapping at his shoulder. "Can I have work off tomorrow? If I'm'a stay, I don't think I'll be fit to drive anyone," she teases with a smirk. "Heya, Bossman." <English>

Lee doesn't quite dance his way up to the spot where Dale is gyrating and jazz-handing with the chick, but the song isn't done just yet, and his recent grooves are still pulsing within his frame, wanting to come out again. He smiles at the green-haired woman, making no overtures on Dale's focus for now, and promptly resumes a tamer version of his solo so that the three of them form a triangle of happy shimmy-shakes. Epona's appearance at the Chief's side gets a wave from a flashing arm as Lee executes a pirouette composed of syncopated twists, doubling up on the main beat. "Idea!" he calls out. "Gedda suite of rooms we can all crash in - be like old times on Ezra!" <English>

"Today we live. Everything is in the clear." Dale responds over the music, "Tomorrow we rest." Since Dale's still Jazz-handing and his attention is now on Lee and Epona, the other girl dances away to someone else since four cannot a triangle make. "Tell the bartender you're with the MWC, show 'em your id card. I'll pay for any drinks. And Lee, fantastic, let's do that" The Gregorian remix continues and is certainly making him get jiggy with it. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Vondye strip off his shirt. That looks like a great idea! Not yet though, he's not quite that hot yet. Well he's hot! But not sweaty. He's clearly not a -good- dancer but he fakes it well enough. He's there for the getting carried away with living' bit, even dressed in soft leather. "Get a drink, come join in." <English>

The Young man that had been talking with Von's chosen guardian of his discarded clothing steps up to him while he's heading in the direction of the others. Von is busy eyeing his newly poured drink as he walks, ready to make it the new addition to the current alcohol level in his bloodstream. He actually notices the man this time, though but holds up his hand, palm out, as if to ward him off. Close enough to catch Lee's idea, his head swivels in that direction. "I'll need my own room!" he shouts, sipping his drinks. His voice turns into a liquid hiss. "Fer my /women/." Nod nod, wink. "Oh, hey, Epona," he says, noticing the girl and nodding towards her. <English>

Epona's lips curl into a sort of smirk, and she bobs her head enthusiastically-- moving off towards the bar. Or, arguably, to chase down that girl that just ditched Dale. Within a few minutes (whether by grace of having gotten her drink, or being shut down by the chick), she returns, happily throwing herself into the mix in the general region of Lee, Dale, and Vondye; "Your women?" Epona asks incredulously, before bursting into laughter. Her arms raise to the air, her hips start to swivel, and she -really- gets into this whole 'move yo' body' thing. "As-if! You seem to be l'idiot!" Mind you, the tone of her voice (as much as can be heard in this din) seems to be more affectionate than insulting. "So we don't have to...shuttle back to perseph?" she calls out to Dale and Lee, between swivels, swirls, and -mildly- seductive gyrations. <English>
Dale tests his Strength against a 100 difficulty. The result is successful (22).

Lee can certainly make his voice carry - the Idea reaches Von, therefore it reaches complete strangers. And some of them think it's a fantastic idea, migrating in to join the group so as to be included, defacto style. "Just hang the scarf onna doorknob like everone else, General!" Lee catcalls to Von, taking passing notice of how packed their area has gotten, getting nudged around a bit. Not that that's not to be expected in a discotheque. Then he's distracted by the MWC driver, pleased to see that Epona's got some spry Moves of her own, and starting to nudge his way over. Possibly to get his freak on... possibly to challenge her to a Dance-Off... maybe just get close enough to tell her there's no rush to get back to the clinic. Suddenly, he himself 'Gets Served' from behind, a smiling dude cozying up to the teen's slim bod as though reading into a signal made out of well-timed hiprolls. Lee turns smartly, fixing the man with an even smile, even as he backs up into Dale's personal space. His retreat looks choreographed, no hard feelings dude, but he's gotta get over there 'cause Dale's got Moves that need doing too. <English>

Dale laughs at Vondye, "Just keep 'em quiet!" he's kidding as he fixes his eyes on Lee suddenly, watching the boys face with a sparkling light in his eyes. It could be the strobe though just winking around and around the room. "He'll have no problem handling more'n one" he assures Epona, distracted from Lee by the girl's movements around too. She's good! He watches her a moment, impressed while dealing with the space getting more and more closed in around them. And he's got a brilliant Idea to make them give them room! To the naked eye, it looks like they must have timed that deliberately, or they share a brai: but they simply Know Each Other Very Well. He fixes the man who had come on to the boy with a slightly arrogant, 'I got what you want' smirk and then he proves it. When Lee gets close enough, he snakes his arms underneath the boy and lifts him up. Lookit those shoulder muscles strain! The shirt he's wearing slips slightly from his belt showing belly, and Lee isn't a small guy either. He must weigh at least 160 or more. The movement is familiar and feline in its grace, just a simple tug up and pull as if he expects the boy to follow through and know what to do as he dance steps around in a twirl. The movement going a bit wider causes the crowd to give them all space and more than a few people to look on for they are a handsome bunch and clearly not local. <English>

VonDye tests his Intimidate against a 80 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-29).
"M'like a well-aged cheese amongst the male species," Von shoots back at Epona, his words coming slow and starting to slur together. "A seasoned rarity appreciated only by finer tastes. I'll let ya work ya head around that." The man hovering near Von hasn't left, and, with nothing to distract him save for a little dancefloor showmansihp, he finally gives him his full attention. "Killed a man once. With my PDA. Just cos he was invadin' my personal territory. Kinda like ya doin' now." Grr, argh. It might be intimidating. If Von wasn't trying to keep himself steady on his feet and colliding with other bodies that he swore were getting in his way on purpose. The words also come out barely comprehensible. <English>

Epona rolls her eyes briefly, as she whirls, twirls, and does all those synonyms we generally use for 'dance like a maniac.' Yet even as she spins about, her eyes stay locked onto Dale, curiously watching as the man pulls his little hulk act. "Show-off," she mutters with a little smirk, before spinning back to face VonDye. "You plannin' on pickin' up a chick or trois?" she asks teasingly, beginning to dance 'at' the man. "'cause I think that's a little ambitious of you. Not even movin' much from this spot, save to be ogglin' at bossman. What 'bout that one?" she asks, gesturing vaguely to a muscular young man. "Based on your observations, I'd say he's more...how you say, celui pour vous, your type?" She winks. <English>

With things starting to calm down, he'd made a trip to hera, and then had come to Santo , a time to relax and socialize, something he rarely partook in but at the same time, having needed to get into the swing of that thing called relaxation. He looks around for a moment looking for a familiar face or two. He buried his hands in the pockets of his slack. <English>

Lee hadn't been expecting a ballet lift to be honest! but he works it into the 'routine' and helps balance by affixing his shins temporarily along the outside of Dale's thighs. He rests his gaze solely on his partner's face to read the man's intent before the twirl happens, and since he /is/ up there now like Dale's shiny hood ornament, the younger man embellishes his role with a series of indolently serpentine twists of his pelvis, waist, and upper torso. It's almost like he's trying to escape Dale's grasp with the sheer dynamic display, but trusting that the grip on his hips remains true, and moves along with each organic slither, it becomes a rather lyrical interlude (interlewd?) while they're both joined and spinning thusly. Preeetteehhh! Lee's light translucent poncho floats outwards from the centripetal effects, and then he's back on his own feet, to continue dancing on a more comfortably anonymous level. <English>

Dale's glad he didn't have to do much more spinning! What -was- he thinking! Clearly he gets the oddest ideas in his head every now and then. With a laugh he checks over the group. "Listen, I'd better get us a room before they get all booked up. I'll just find somewhere less noisy and get that taken care of." He comments over the crowd. "Don't forget to get a drink, hey Alex!" he calls to the man he recognizes from MWC, "Groups over here!" he waves. "I'll be back shortly. And he will be, dancing most of the night, drinking, getting happy and high on life. <English>

With a shake of his head, the man Von threatened walks off. Clearly Von wasn't worth the hassle of dealing with security. Shouting something vulgar at the man's retreating back, Von raises his empty glass to eye-level, peering at its empty depths. Epona's words drift over to him, thwarting a trip back to the bar for a refill, and he's with it enough to glance over at the man she's indicated. "Don't need to be movin'. Like bein' a planet with a great big gravitational field. I just stand 'ere and folks get sucked into my orbit." he says slowly, trying not to garble his words. "It's an amazin' phenomenon to behold." A look of perplexion crosses his features as he squints at the man, which turns to dawning realization after several drawn out moments. "Ya aimin' to imply somethin' about me? Cos...ya wrong." Von tries to straighten himself to his full height but falls back into a drunken slump. "Women. /Women/," he stresses defensively. <English>

Epona smirks. Evilly. "Damn straight. I'm heading back to the hotel to give someone a call-- if Dale's an /imbe-seel/ and sticks us in the same room, you had better not wake me up, alright?" she asks with a teasing smile. <English>

As the clubbing track finally changes to something more blindingly shrill and rife with adnauseum thumping, the Wellness party breaks off, with Dale gone scouting for rooms. Lee moseys on up to be Von's new satellite, and looks around for the man's suitcoat and shirt. "Those calamari arms would look mad-ass twisty out there onna floor, if you'd only imbibe adda faster rate, General," he notes reproachfully, eyeing the body tattoo that emerges from the wifebeater. <English>

VonDye sets his empty glass down on the closest surface. He peers at the tattoo in question. "They're already twistin' enough. Or maybe that's the room spinnin'" Rubbing his face, he finds something to lean back against "Like an underwater floor show only...minus the water or...fish or somethin'" Von manages a lopsided grin, looking out to the sitll crowded dance floor. "Think m'at my limit of imbibin' tonight, actually, lest I wanna wake up with no recolleciton of the here and now. This place serves a mean drink." <English>

Lee smirks. "Righ'.. you're definitely still makin' some sense, quit while you're ahead. Too bad David's stuck on coronary bypass still.. you ever met him, David Bell? He's been pretty much everywhere I figure, an' been shot or stabbed by everyone in the 'Verse with half an inclination. This's his new business venture. You can give'im your glowin' review when we're back adda clinic." He takes his eyes off the tattoo presently to draw away from the leaning surface. "Gonna go meet up with Dale at the hotel. If you do get your own room, give a knock and let us know so we /don't/ godda search the alleys for your carcass." <English>