[ open ] we'll keep dancing til we die

[commandertoolbelt]

want to dance?

or can I buy you a drink; dance club au

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leo valdez | heroes of olympus

[commandertoolbelt]

[clearasil]

She's trying to sober up but the draw of the lights and the heavy music are too much to resist. It's mind numbing enough with hardly any drugs of alcohol in her body - maybe a little cough syrup and beer but that's it.

Even in a large, gyrating group of people, Natalie is alone. Totally alone. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't dance, swaying gently instead. She tries to blend in, with her cropped mesh shirt and jeggings, but it's clear that she'll never be one of them. Whoever they are.

She runs her hands through her hair and loses her train of thought for once. After this - no more.

[commandertoolbelt]

Leo's happily dancing among the crowd, not really tearing up the dance floor like he knows he could, but having a good time, regardless. Which he definitely is, and with only a drink or two in him so far, thanks to a perfect fake ID he'd only just replaced this week after losing the last one. Everyone around is just as into the music as he is; no one notices that he doesn't match the scene, all of them dressed up for the night out while he's as casual as can be, just jeans and a t-shirt with a dark button-up thrown on in an attempt to look a little older. He's pretty sure the bartender isn't fooled, but doesn't really give a damn. So much the better.

Just another night on the town for the runaway.

It hardly even registers when he bumps into the girl; and why would it when they're in the middle of a sea of bodies, all moving to the same rhythm? He turns just enough to flash a grin at her - a "great song, right?" kind of look - before going back to the dance, but it's hard not to notice how obviously she isn't rolling with the crowd. Leo slows for a moment, debating if he should say something, but the motion only serves to get him pushed back by the throng, his back to her side, and poof - there goes his momentum, flying into the wind along with every other bit of sense he's willfully given up tonight. What's one more thing, though? The entire reason he came here was so he wouldn't have to deal with running for a little while, even if it's all pretend.

[clearasil]

After waking up in her own bed with no recollection of how she got there in the first place last night, one might think it best she abandon this lifestyle and return to the one she knows. Natalie is only a tourist.

Interaction pulls her out of her own head, astonishingly blank. It isn't as if she's gone this entire time completely ignored - she'll dance of pulled along. Normally, she can just ignore that bump but she turns slightly and shrugs at him, as if to say no harm done. There's little inviting about her in her day to day life, but she's more open in expression and posture now, not a wrinkle in her brow or lips.

[commandertoolbelt]

Temporary stay or no, what matters is that they're both here. It's ridiculous how much this girl stands out when he turns to offer her an apologetic smile and a shrug. What can you do, right?

They might as well make the most of it, Leo decides, well aware that the alcohol is fueling him as he turns to face her properly, eyebrows raised in a questioning expression as if to invite her to officially join him. He has half a mind to take her hand and pull her along, but he's not quite that far gone as of yet.

megara | hercules

[toocliche]

nathan young | misfits

[offthealist]

henry | next to normal

[perfectforyou]

whatsername | american idiot

[singtherevolution]

kira yukimura | teen wolf

[foxfired]

gale hawthorne | the hunger games

[ensared]

[ohcaptainmycaptain]

Some girls dance in the clubs, other girls dance. While most of the girls are glammed up, wearing heels, and basically shuffling and maybe moving their hips in some way that generally promotes sex... Sasha was not these girls, she was showing real dancing talent on the floor, mixing some proper club moves with a few different things and using her ballet training for some extensive showing off.

But, eventually, she skipped her way over to the bar for a drink and to relax. She looks for anyone that might buy her a drink, she didn't have the bust or shoes (both could be accurately described with flats) to grab most attentions, but being as flexible as her should catch a few eyes and earn her a drink.

[ensared]

Gale's earned a bit of a reputation for being a party guy at his school - places like this are just his scene, and it comes with the bonus of having plenty of willing girls around. He does his share of dancing, of course, but he's been hanging around the bar more tonight, simply swaying to the music with drink in hand and watching the undulations of the crowd.

One girl, he notices, stands out from the rest. From what he can tell, she's not exactly his type, but she puts the other girls on the floor to shame, and everyone knows it. She's being pointedly ignored by the girls who are out for a good time, and gets glares from those who are after a little more. The show she put on is intriguing enough, and Gale decides to go have a chat while she takes a break, taking his drink with him.

"There aren't many people who come to a place like this to dance like that," he comments when he's close enough, speaking loudly over the music.

[ohcaptainmycaptain]

"There aren't many people that can dance like that," Sasha responded. Her reputation was for being an egomaniac ballet dancer. Of course, nothing about her ego wasn't well supported by raw natural talent. She leaned against the bar, trying to look as flirty as she could manage (she's terrible at it, honestly).

"Why, like something you saw?"

[lefthandedgenius]

New York City is full of beautiful people. It's this fact that allows Lydia her camouflage as she moves through the club. She's just another beautiful face, lost in a sea of bobbing bodies, controlled by the beat of the music.

Lydia isn't listening to the music. She traces a path along the edge of the dance floor, listening with her mind, rather than her ears. She had sensed the budding Break Out and it had brought her here, to the club. Ignoring the throb of the music, she curses her petite height as she scans the crowd, trying to find him. Him? Yes. Definitely him.

[ensared]

Even in a club like this, Gale stands out, if only for his height. He's one of the taller people in here, and he's already gotten plenty of attention from the ladies here, whether they express it outwardly or he just so happens to "hear" it. Sometimes it's hard to stop from hearing the thoughts of those around him, but it doesn't always hurt. It's gotten him more than a few hookups since it started - nothing permanent, nothing real, nothing that matters - and he's taken full advantage of these developing powers and plans to continue. He's already found ways for them to help his family. Using them for a little fun never hurt.

He feels her attention more than he hears it for once, instinctively turning to see who it is. And, Gale realizes, she's a bombshell, with something in her eye that tells him she's here for something more than a dance or two. Maybe she'll be the one tonight, he wonders idly, offering her a faint smile as he opens his mind to listen.

[lefthandedgenius]

I wouldn't mind dancing with you, actually. But we have more important things we need to talk about.

Her smile doesn't falter, even as her mind registers surprise. Lydia's a strong enough telepath, but putting her thoughts into the minds of others always requires just a touch of push, and the ease with which she's able to slip into Gale's mind takes her aback.

Maya Matlin | Degrassi

[anythingwithstrings]

Sasha Torres | Bunheads

[ohcaptainmycaptain]

Callie Jacob | The Fosters

[notworthless]

Imogen | Degrassi

[for_realsies]

closed } natalie

[commandertoolbelt]

Most days, you stick to one club and that's plenty to get your high and let out all that pent-up energy. Some days, it's not so easy to get into the groove. Other days, one is not enough, and neither is the second place, or the third, or even the fourth, and you keep going and going until you can't go anymore - like the Energizer bunny, but eventually you run out of power and pass out.

Even before he'd met Natalie, Leo had been exploring the club scene. She'd shown him a few he hadn't known about, but most days, when they're together, they stick to one of the usual places.

Tonight is one of those other days.

They've already been to a few places already, staying for a short time before taking off again, and he's already starting to lose track between the drinks and the whirlwind energy they've both worked up. It's his turn to pick the next one, though, and he pulls her up to a door, grinning mysteriously, and says something in Spanish to the bouncer as if they're old friends. The guy nods and steps aside, letting the two of them in without protest, despite their age, and they're met with a blast of energetic music with a bit of a Latin flair.

"Salsa bar," he explains, leaning just close enough so Natalie will be able to hear him over the noise. "Welcome to the land of my people," he says with a laugh. "Margarita?"

[clearasil]

It's weird, being together, but not together because other than giving him her number and her name, they don't really know much about each other at this point. There's no room for getting to know yous when you're busy trying to sneak into places and good luck having a conversation once you're inside.

The even weirder part is that she's given up everything but the alcohol, able to let loose and enjoy herself without much of anything in her system. It's therapeutic, releasing all that pent up energy this way.

Her eyebrows raised appreciatively, she remains stuck to his side as they enter the new place. The heavy bass barely knocks her off balance. The music is exciting, like nothing she listens to on a regular basis. It's a lot classier-sounding than most of the places they frequent.

"I'm thirsty," she tells him, her eyes briefly flicking over his face before she turns her attentions to the bar.

[commandertoolbelt]

Margaritas it is. His eyebrows hop in amusement, and he takes her hand to lead her over, taking the initiative to order, again in Spanish. They speak English just fine here, Natalie will find, but the employees definitely appreciate someone able to level with them in this way. In a few minutes, the bartender is offering them the drinks, and Leo returns the gesture with a few dollars to pay it off before turning away to lead her to a spare table.

“So, what do you think?” he asks when they’re settled, glancing between Natalie and those patrons already on the dance floor. He’s itching to get out there soon, but he can wait for a drink first.

[clearasil]

"Thanks," she mouths to him when she takes her glass, already sipping through the bright green straw on her way to the table. A grin forms around the plastic once she's seated, denim skater skirt tucked neatly under her legs, and she leans in close over the table, enjoying the heaviness of the alcohol and the tartness of the lime juice.

"It's perfect."

Taking an even longer sip, Natalie closes her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ears.