2/28/2008

Everyone needs some fun, and Xavier students are not exempt; Rene knows this, and has capitalized on bringing a tiny crew to an under 21 dance club. No better way to party than a dance party! It bears a somewhat similar atmosphere to the old Whispers Warehouse club, though being in a more populous and well-to-do area helps to keep away most trouble. There is no real threat here. The club itself is much shorter than the warehouse, and has a dark, yet still colorful setup. It seems to adopt some ideas of Things That Glow as well as Sparkly Lights, and the people inside are visibly there to have fun. Dressed in a black halter top, a short, swishing black skirt, and a pair of black heels, Rene certainly doesn't seem like the rambunctious fellow he was last week, and his bruise has been healing enough to be easily covered up. His hair is down, and his smile contagious as the taxi-van comes to a stop down the walk from the establishment; he's out the sliding door in no time. The line outside the club is almost nonexistent, but there are plenty of teenagers inside for the evening already, and everytime the door opens, one can better hear them.

Jackson is next out, after Rene, sliding somewhat awkwardly out of his seat. Glowing and sparkling are both fairly regular occurences for the young photokinetic, although at the moment he does both through rather mundane means: both wrists are circled with looping glowstick-bracelets, and there is glittering red painted on his nails, streaked into dyed-black hair, shimmering faintly on his lips, dusted over black-eyelinered eyes. He stops short of wearing a skirt, though: black bondage jeans are hung liberally with straps and fall to red-and-black platform sneakers, and his black t-shirt has a glittery red 'female' symbol with a raised fist inside it printed on the front. A black fishnet shirt worn beneath the t-shirt does a good enough job of hiding his bruises; the sleeves go all the way down to end in fingerless gloves. There's a thick choker around his neck, studded with D-rings; a slim black leash hangs from one to fall straight down his chest, but despite the presence of this accessory, currently he is acting as dragger rather than draggee, coaxing (or, possibly, simply tugging) his friends towards the club as well.

Rich is NOT glowing and NOT sparkling! He is the goth kid who stands around looking uncomfortable at a frat party...or vice versa. Well, he would had he NOT been wearing his 'practice shirt' when Jackson grabbed him. As such the band shirt he hastily grabbed on his way out of the room just happened to be black too which led to his unfortunate attire of black jeans, black mesh, and black tee. He sighs as he's being drug along to the club, not really wanting to fight Jackson considering the roomie's ordeal earlier in the week.. How embarrasing. They wore the same thing. But at least he's NOT sparkly! And his Ts logo is NOT a female symbol. It's a BAND! NOT SPARKLY! IT'S MASCULINE!

Right?

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Right?!

Kevin is not normally uncomfortable around his friends, but he was feeling decidedly awkward at the moment between being out with Jackson and Rene, and their current states of dress, plus going to a club which he's never done before and dancing?? Gah..how did he get here? Kevin, like Rich is dressed in all black, but he's wearing his nulifier belt, so he's without gloves or anything overly conspicuous. Jackson was even good enough to conceal the odd looking belt into something more fashionable. For now he just tags along behind Jackson.

Rene spins on one heel to face Jackson as the group spills onto the front walk; his hand wanders over to wrap a finger around the leash falling from the boy's neck, a smirk growing on his face as he glances to the two other boys. "Don't look so sad, Rich. You'll live! At least as far as I know!" Rene's chuckle is bright, and it's easy to tell that he's trying to lighten at least one person's mood as they prepare to enter the club. "If you go in grumpy, you'll leak it all over the floor."

"That's okay. I got a grumpy-mop," Jackson chirrups cheerfully. "It's built in, y'know. S'a stasis field around me that automatically absorbs any outputs of grumpy an' converts 'em into glitter. So you'd better watch out. Anyone caught being grumpy might end up /sparkling/." He is pulling Rich along, despite the fact that the older boy could easily -- not be pulled, if he so chose. He also keeps a close eye on Kevin. JUST IN CASE there are any escape attempts.

"He's Mr. Happy." Rich points out, "Ain' me. Ya get whatcha get. AN' YA AIN' MAKIN' ME SPARKLY!"

Kevin is not trying to escape, nope, he's sticking to his friends, otherwise he'd feel completely lost. He shuffles along like a wallflower while the other chat. Idly, once in a while he touchesa hand to the belt, just to check it and to re-assure himself everything's okay. He is reminded of the last time he was around this many people was the riot. "Uh..did I mention I can't actually dance?"

Chelsea shows up...without Jake. Apparently, guide dogs and crowded dance floors don't mix too well. She came here by cab and makes her way in with the classic white stick, which, of course, gets her stared at. A little.

Jafari appeared by another, unconventional way...at least unconventional for most people. He appeared through a lamp post nearby. As he exited out, he did a minor somersault and landed squarely on his feet. He smiles and looks at the others, walking towards them. "Hey hey, how goes?"

Rene knows what Kevin can do firsthand--but something must be new so that he would seem so relaxed. "Most people have no idea how to dance, Kevin. You'll see that for yourself. Truuust me." The blonde cants his head playfully, fingers playing with the leash's end as the four move to the front door; the bouncer outside of it doesn't seem to busy himself with much more than doing his job, luckily. Even the sudden appearance of Jafari doesn't seem to budge him, even though Rene appears momentarily surprised. That kid wasn't there three seconds ago! Rene even looks to Jackson as he stops moving forward, fingers innocuously still around his leash.

"Is that a challenge? Cuz I /so/ will, Rich." Jackson bounces along after Rene, until Jafari's sudden appearance. "Someone's gonna kill you one day," Jackson informs Jafari, far too cheerfully for this assertion. "An' you don't gotta need to know how to /dance/ this kinda club ain't for no real dancing noho-- Chelsea!" Rich is released as Jackson skitters forward after the girl. "Chelsea, d'you know how to dance?"

"Help." Rich murmurs to Jafari, inching over to try and hook the electric traveler betwen him and Jackson should the anti-grump power kick in. The task is made easier as Jackson lets go. "He's threatenin' ta glitter me." Oh! Escape!

Chelsea grins a bit."I can dance." That's why she gave Jake the night off. Dogs and dancing *really* don't mix. "As long as somebody spots me so I don't step on anyone's toes."

Kevin carries on lingering at the outside of the little group that has jsut grown larger as they head inside. "Hey Jafari, Chelsea." He pipes up to greet, at least successful in not being completely anti-social.

Jafari chuckles at Jackson. "Just as long as it ain't you and your glitter, light boy!" He responds to Jackson. With a little side murmur to Rich, he says, "Dontcha worry there now, ya here? I'll set ya free from that. I know how ta talk to him. Before long, he'll be wantin' to glitter me, and not you...although, if you'd had Phantasm or whatever that alter ego of your come along, you wouldn't be worrying as much, I'd guess." He smirks. Calling out to Chelsea, he says, "Chelsea! So glad that you could make it! It's always fun with you around, no doubt!" It's then that he gives his notice to Rene. "Now, good sir, I can't remember if we've met before...memory sucks sometimes, you know. You must be...Rene, though, right? Jax has told me lots about ya. Il est bon de vous rencontrer finalement." He adds the last part in French, a perfect Quebecois accent too. He gives a wave over to Kevin.

Rene wants to keep a hold on the leash(that is what it is for), but he lets it swing from his fingers anyway. He watches the new pair with a grin, smoothing the hem of his halter top and making a quick skirt-check of himself. Still good! The ride over didn't skew him. As he's spoken to, he perks up again, looking far too giggly for his own good and beaming at Jafari(perhaps he had a Red Bull before he came). "Oui! That's me. It's nice to meet you too. I hope the stories you heard are all good ones..." He says this as he rocks onto his toes and taps a finger to his own chin in thought. Then, helpfully to everyone--"I'm going in! I'll leave you behind!" Because this is a Serious Threat. He even turns toward the door when the bouncer opens it. Inside time! The inside of the building is glowing and sparkling too, filled with some UNCEUNCEs and an array of voices; while it is a club, it remains a teen club, and so teenagers of all types are the majority of Caramel's patrons.

"Good! I'll stick with you. We can teach Kevin to --" Jackson pauses as he enters the club, squinting dubiously out at the assorted youths gyrating on the dancefloor. "Well. Whatever /those/ atrocious motions are that pass for dancing 'round here. -- D'you want an arm? I've got a couple to spare." This last, offered to Chelsea as he moves over beside her. "An' it ain't a /threat/ so much as advanced warning!" His eyes are busy scrutinizing the club, now, with thoughtful intensity. Hmmm.

"No time fer a switch then," Rich explains regretably inchining his way from the group. Maybe they won't notice his not really aiming for the door. Sneakity Sneak.

Jafari starts to walk towards the club when a girl makes eye contact with him and starts flirting...you know, with body language. He doesn't stop her either. He encourages it, in fact. "Hey, I hate to ditch out on ya'll and all so early...I mean, I did just get here, but I gotsta go and...say hello to someone, I just can't not say hey. I'll catch up to you all later."

Kevin follows along inside, tucking his hands into his pockets. Never having been in a club like this before, his first response is to take it all in. The music is loud, thumping his ears in a manner that it takes a few seconds to get used to before his scrunched face relaxes again. The lights and the glittery-ness...well, he can see why Rene and Jackson would like it here. As not to get lost in the shuffle or separated from his friends, he keeps in step behind Jackson and Chelsea. "Er...hey guys, I think Rich ditched us." he notes, glancing back over his shoudler and not immedicatly finding Rich there.

Chelsea will accept Jackson's arm, so as not to trip people up with her cane. It's the telescopic kind, she sort of flicks her wrist to shrink it."Thanks...that works much better. It's loud in here."

Epic Victory! Mostly. Rene is enthralled with the sounds, lights and colors; he wants to dance! That fact is noticeably all over him. He hasn't noticed Rich's absence until Kevin's voice crops up behind them. When he looks back, alas--it is true! "Uhoh. Someone had best grab him! He can't miss this. It's against the rules. The ones I just made." He looks entirely serious, too.

"Oh, he is /so/ getting glittered," Jackson grumbles as he makes his way inside. "It's against my rules, too. -- Kevin, are you gonna vanish, too? Cuz I /totally/ have an extra leash if it's gonna be necessary." He is a good guide dog, meanwhile! He offers quiet information to Chelsea about the room as they head in, between snippets of conversation. He waves his companions to follow as he starts towards the dancefloor with Chelsea at his arm.

On the dancefloor, meanwhile, there is some confusion quietly beginning to spread through the room. Interspersed with the teenagers dancing appear occasional revellers of another sort altogether. Goat-legged fauns and willowy tree-like nymphs wend their way through the crowd. The new dancers are regarded with reactions anywhere from delight to bemusement to shock.

It appears that Rich has had a change of heart as he does enter the club a bit belatedly. He walks quickly towards the group, and promptly pass it as he starts darting through the crowd of the club his movements apparently seeking to blend amongst the dancers. The source of such eagerness to join the festivities he had moments before been protesting? That would likely be the quartet of 15 and 16 year olds entering the clubs, chittering away as they start looking around the club.

Kevin looks back to Jackson. "Huh? Er...nope, I'm here. At least, trying to not disapear." He says as he weaves a bit through others passing by, one of those being Rich. "Hey...it's okay, there goes Rich." his outward gaze lands on the dance floor which leave him staring. "Uhhh..."

Chelsea is oblivious to weird looking dancers. Which are probably illusory anyway. She listens to Jackson's explanation, fiddling with the volume of his voice so she can hear him clearly.

Rene pays attention to the illusions only enough to smile at them. The next object of his attention is Kevin and his slackjawed sort of aura. Since Jackson is being Chelsea's escort--that leaves the skirted blonde free to inquire, his hand lifting palm-up(fingers wiggling in a beckon) to Kevin--Rene's black-clad figure also sways into Kevin's vision. "You said you don't know how to dance, but I bet you do deep down~. Come on."

Jackson grins at Rene's invitation to Kevin, and finds a clear enough space on the dancefloor for the small group to not have to worry about bumping into anyone (more than is normal for a club, anyway.) He pauses, giggling, as he sees Rich's return, followed by the girls. "Rich is back," he says, for Chelsea's benefit, "an' I think he's trying to hide." Blue eyes flicker from the girls to the crowd, picking out his roommate. "I think now's a good time to make him -- sparkle more!" Which he does. There is glitter. In copious amounts. It settles on Rich's hair and clothing. Jackson -- so innocent -- turns back to the rest of his companions. "Okay. /Now/ I can dance."

Chelsea can't see sparkling, but giggles nonetheless.Can she dance? Actually yes. Pretty well, even. Good sense of rhythm, it seems. And she's quite relaxed right now, if amused at poor Rich's plight.

GODDAMMIT WHO MADE HIM SPARKLY?! Rich frowns as he finds his band shirt violated by the metal bits of hell.

Upon Kevin's commentary, one of the 16 year olds turns to him, "WHERE?!"

"THERE HE IS!"

Rich's jaw drops at the audible cry from the sidelines.

When Rene catches his attention Kevin blinks and stammers, "Er...no..really I don't. I'm like the stereotypical white boy with no rythm." He doesn't mean to but his face blushes with embarassment. He doesn't want to be rude to Jackson's fiancee, but, talk about awkward. As the group gravitates toward the dance floor, Kevin follows none-the-less. He blinks in surprise at the gaggle of girls chasing after Rich. "What was that all about?"

Awkward? Baaah. Rene turns a look towards the gaggle activity, but he shrugs it off with a blink. "I have only a vague idea. And I don't care where your rhythm went--" He goes back to making sure Kevin follows them onto the floor, his hand out again. Come on. "--I'll lend you some of mine! Now dance with me before I get rough." The blonde lets out a bright laugh. It might be odd how differently forceful Rene can get from Jackson. Jackson only threatens with safe things, comparatively.

"Re/ne/," Jackson says, nose wrinkling slightly, "you're totally embarassing him. 'sides which /I/ wanted his first dance." He sticks out his tongue playfully at Rene before joining in the dancing, with good rhythm but rather less grace in his stiff movements than he might otherwise have. "Also, Rich is like totally a rock star, didn't you know. Adoring fans /everywhere/. Plus everyone thinks he's dating this other -- music -- star -- person -- so it's like twice the fans." Soon, more glitter gets added to the mix. The whole club, in fact. It falls like sparkly rainbowy confetti from the ceiling, liberally dusting all the patrons and the club itself as well. Jackson does not whistle innocently, though his expression suggests he /considers/ it. "We should dance more, Chelsea! I don't enough. The school could do with more dancing."

Chelsea grins. "It could...and at least Rene knows I'm not competition." Because, after all, Jax doesn't do girls. "You guys had better invite me to your wedding." And she has an idea for a present. Fear.

Oh good everything's sparkly now. JOY! He can blend in! Well, once he moves from the spot he got sighted in. As he darts to the other side of the dance floor. He feels rather glad that not everyone dancing is dancing with a partner. This makes the mishmash of bodies all the more usable to hide in. Except this is a young people club and those five girls were not the only 15-16 age girls in here.

"OMIGODITSYOU!"

DAMMIT!

And except for the spotlight that suddenly appears, training brightly on Rich. Oops.

Kevin hesitates a bit longer and he still looks very uncomfortable but he does give in to giving Rene his hand. Even to his own surprise, the actual point of contact relaxes him, a little. Enough to offer Rene a resserved smile. This glittery, base throbbing world just isn't the lonley artist's natural enviorment, and it's taking some getting used to. In his defense, he is trying because he doesn't want to be the stick in the mud.

Rene turns his head to Jackson, just as the glitter comes out of nowhere. "Sorry! I'm stealing his dance-ginity. You can have the next one! Really!" Kevin's presence -right there- doesn't seem to bug him much. Once he has Kevin by the hand, he practically tugs the boy further onto the glittery, illusion-flickered dance floor(actually, also towards Jackson. He'll share!). It doesn't take long for Rene to accustom himself to the music and start a small dance, either; it also looks like he could give Kevin his very own rhythm and not lose a beat. At least Kevin has a dance partner that knows what he's doing. As for Rich? He's on his own, unless he wants to chance hiding behind someone.

Rich's head tilts up, squinting at the light. Lips parting in silent speech. To those that read lips, it looks like he said something along the lines of 'Jacks you dick.' Although then again it's glittery out. It could have been 'Jocks are thick.' or 'Lox is sick.' Hmm... oh nevermind. Due to the spotlight exposing a pile of adolescent females squealing, it's safe to assume the fangirls got him. Ow.

Meanwhile, amidst the spotlighted pseudo-celebrity, the shrieking fangirls, the massive amounts of glitter, the nymphs and fauns continue to weave their dance through the club, appearing here and there, just long enough to puzzle onlookers before vanishing to other parts. Jackson beams across the floor at Rich. The spotlight vanishes. Jackson's eyes close, and he loses himself happily in the rhythm of the pulsing music. "There's music enough to share," he says with a laugh. "Music enough for everyone."

Kevin is tugged closer. He just sort of watches Rene get into the dance but he just can't seem to bring himself to it. He's just too embarrassed. "Er...look, I'm sorry." He apologizes, drawing his hand back. "I'm just--this really isn't my thing. You guys dance...I'll watch." He slinks back to the sidelines off the dance floor.

Rene daws, but doesn't lose a step as Kevin pulls away, offering the departing boy a blown kiss. But now there is a Rich in trouble. Rene's mild altruism is what makes him do a little spin and take off into the gathering gaggle. Help is coming! "Riiiiich! Hold your breath! I'm coming in!" He is laughing, though. Poor Rich.

As the wave of fangirls swells, Rich swims out... one shirt ripping away as he moves away from the pile. Fangirls are scary at times. He glances over to Jackson, eyes narrowing before he starts heading to the door to leave.

Jackson covers his mouth with one hand, stifling a laugh. His other hand lifts to wave cheerfully to Rich.

Rene doesn't need to help the guy if he's gonna leave! Coward! With this, Rene shrugs his way back out of the gaggle and back to Jackson. "Well, I guess /you/ will do." He teases, swaying in a circle around the boy and hooking his fingers around the loop end of Jackson's leash.

IGNORE! Walk out. in the cold.... wearing a mesh shirt. That's one LOOOOOONG trip back to the school.

Jackson shakes his head in slight disbelief as Rich leaves, but he has a broad smile that crinkles his nose when Rene takes his leash. "So I'm just your backup plan?" he asks, just as teasing.

Rene twiddles the loop between his knuckles, swaying himself and tilting his head. "Kevin was too shy for me, and Rich got chased off by fangirls! I can't help but want a little variety." Still teasing. "But maybe the best dance partner is the one I always can come back to."

You have been removed from the pose order.

Jackson sticks his tongue out at Rene. "What if I leave you for Chelsea?"


Sometimes we think we have hidden from potential disaster.
And then a spotlight shines on you starting the whole damn thing over again...