2020-03-06 - You Got Served: Robot Rock Edition

Faith doesn't get out near as much as her twin, but being twins, identical twins with Grace, she is often mistaken for her sister. Faith dresses better though, just ask her! Tonight she's in a lime green club dress that dips really low in the back and has a couple of slits on the sides of the short skirt. Her heels are sparkly much like her dangly earrings and her hair is left free to tumble over her shoulders in chocolate colored waves. It was party time, she was off from her position of a cook at the Firehouse. Drinks were in order and she's dancing towards the bar.

The club has the unique advantage to music being able to drown out the immensely loud exhaust that usually heralds a Nazario arrival, so it's just a simple entrance the large latino makes, door opening, unzipping his jacket. Walking all up in the club isn't exactly something new for Rekani, and he looked like took the time to dress a little fresh. Usually, though, someone looked like they were trying too hard if they kept their driving gloves on, and unfortunately, he wasn't taking his off. The tips of his fingers still looked a little peely in places, and he just didn't want to have to explain. Hopefully Kip hadn't noticed in the drive over.

Stephanie is a recognizable enough figure as a first responder, someone who is involved in town. She's had a few days kept to herself since she'd gotten out of the hospital and she is finally in the mood to party. She is seen in a long winter jacket, and underneath it, she is wearing a fun little number, a little black dress, with knee high boots, chunky heel because she's not a stiletto girl but she still wants to try this on for size because she's trying the whole reinvention thing. She's not going to let a couple of near death experiences deter her from transforming into the woman she wants to be. She finds herself in the middle of the dance floor, alone, without a date, and without a care. She's ... how many drinks in? No one is really sure, least of all her. But she doesn't entirely care.

Stefhan certainly isn't wearing anything too dressy, at least for him. He's wearing a nicely pressed dark business suit that seems warm enough to welcome him during the cold winter months. His hair is neatly tied back into a pony tail and there's absolutely no wrinkles on his dark clothes at all, almost as if he might have a thing for being nicely dressed. Stepping inside, he casually glances about and offers a friendly nod to anyone who looks at him. Not noticing anything too obvious in particular, he makes his way to the bar and ponders ordering a beer.

Rekani's in luck because Kip was so tickled pink to be going dancing and drinking despite having drunk herself silly a little over a day and a half ago at TIBS and waking up with the worst hangover in history that she didn't even register the whole driving glove thing! She's dressed up just a touch - nothing too wild. A pair of black leggings and a sparkly silver v-necked top with a necklace to match. He had gotten a glimpse of her car when he came to pick her up and, well, suffice it to say it was good that he picked her up and not vice versa. "This will be fun!" rocking on her heels lightly before looking up at Rekani again. "What do you think? Drink first or dancing first? Which is a better combination?"

Nova is excited to actually be out rather than working. Clubwear was a strange thing for someone in her profession, more covering than her performing outfits. The blood-orange spaghetti strap number she was currently wearing was something she had picked up years ago in Miami, slinking to her her form perfectly. Dark hair is worn straight and a tequila sunrise is already in hand. Nova had always loved to party and was damn good at it, sometimes a little too good for Rekani's taste. She greets her brother as he walks in.

"Hermano! You drive so slow! is it because that white girl toasted your hands like a microwave?"

Seeing Kip she pauses for a moment and re-accesses, "Oh no, you are white knighting for a chica huh?" She gives a jovial grin and reaches a tanned hand out toward Kip.

Distracted from actually getting to the bar, Faith collects one of the neon shots, a glowing pink with little bubbles percolating from the top. It sort of tickles as she downs it and accepts another, a neon yellow one this time. She dances as she drinks, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"Girl, you gotta get that drink on." Rekani says with a grin aside to Kip. He lifts his arms and does just a little Latin-style sway of his hips, a sight strangely not awkward for a man his size, "That lets the rhythm take hold." His eyes start to search the dimly club and bright lights, trying to pick out his sister, who'd surely come ahead. She'd never let him beat her anywhere. And of course, here she was, "Also makes you feel less silly next to her." he says out the corner of his mouth before Nova is in earshot, a long history of being second place to his sister... In like everything... "No, I hired my own bodyguard for once." He bends a knee and puts both arms out, fingers splayed, toward Kip, the very meme-like pose of BEHOLD.

He can hardly hold the pose though, because, "Shit, Daft Punk? Someone grew some taste since I was here last." He's already head bobbing, adding a sway, "Ooo, shots." His fingers are absolutely plucking a set of three off a passing tray, because free shots are free shots, and if there weren't just shots? Well, he wasn't a stranger to a club-borne trip. He holds out one shot each to his female companions, then holds up his third once their taken, "Salud!"

Of course Stephanie, behaving in a way that is not entirely recognizable to most who know her, is the epitome of a party girl tonight. Not only is she partaking in what’s free, she’s clearly trying for a second one of three neon shots. She doesn’t even take the time to look, she just downs both shots in succession.

She’s taking a deep dive and not just a walk on the wild side. Surviving two near death experiences in two weeks is something to celebrate like there’s no tomorrow. With the injuries she’d sustained recently, she wasn’t guaranteed a tomorrow. Every day of survival after is a bonus so she’s just going to let loose and party.

Stefhan hopefully doesn't 'feel' like one of the creepy old guys in the club, even though he's far older than most college kids. He smirks a little at the techno music and just shakes his head. "Back in the day..." he comments until he goes to order a drink and, hopefully not too much of a party pooper, he says, "O'douls." Yeah, who the hell drinks mess like that? Apparently he does, for now anyway.

"Truth! Yes. Drinking and then dancing!" Is decided but before she can drag him to the bar (or, you know, he just lets her think she is) -Nova is arriving!

Kip spun around when Nova arrived, grinning brightly and taking her hand and giving it a confident shake. "Hello!" She may or may not have blushed a very faint bit at that white knighting comment but didn't elaborate on it. Good thing it's dim in here! Though she does look curious, looking between the siblings and then...well, now she looks at the driving gloves. "Your hands got toasted? That. Sounds bad." A shake of her head and then back to Nova. "It's nice to meet you finally!" Kip would normally stand a few inches shorter than Nova even, but the chunky heeled boots she's wearing bring her up to eye level with the woman. "

A cheery wave is also given to Stefhan when she spots him, and then the neon drink tubes catch her eyes as Rekani grabs them up. "Yes! Davayte nachnem!" She agrees before downing the bright blue shot.

There is not a single part of the glass tubes that Nova did not find exciting. Firstly, they are seemingly free. Second, they are brightly colored. Thirdly, she had absolutely not idea what was in them, nor did she have a history of caring. She nods appreciatively at the precision of both strength and presence the Russian woman coveys, allowing it to go on briefly before the shot is offered. Nova accepts the neon orange to compliment her dress, now double fisted with the sunrise. She raises hers in unison with Kip.

"Gonbae!" The fruity nectar is downed in a practiced manner, no chaser necessary. "These are dope!" She exclaims, already looking about for another.

These tasted really good, even for the girl who has tasted all sorts of confections and creations. Faith takes a small stand of the shots and goes to the bar, leaning a hip against it as she watches her newly acquired neighbor (at the bar anyway) ordering a beer. "Here, try one of these, they taste amazing." Offering Stefhan a pretty blue drink that looks like it's from some sort of science experiment.

Stefhan wasn't too obsessively concerned about drinking 'harder' stuff but at the man cracking up, he tries not to laugh himself. Laughter is infectuous after all, even if, technically, the matter isn't funny. "Alcohol will can cause issues my man, especially in this type of setting." But he seems to be all in good spirits about it, even if he's not drinking the right spirits. Fortunately, Kip is someone who is familiar so he offers a wave. At Faith's offer though, he couldn't pass that up, "Really?" he asks, "I'm not one to say no to a beautiful woman but, here's hoping it won't get me into much trouble."

Neon green? Had to be Midori, Rekani figured, downing the test tube in one go. "Damn, you right, that is some tasty shit. No, really," he holds up his still gloved hand innocently, not to show off, but far too used to talking with his hands in general. His fingers looked like they were peeling from healing blisters or a sunburn. "Some loco blonde got a little snippy at that piano gig I was playing. I'm totally fine." He goes to the bar to order, pointing to Kip as soon as he can get a bartender attention so he can make sure she can order first, then getting himself a mojito. On brand. He snags another free shot in the meantime.

Stephanie takes much of the free stuff as is offered, trying to act like each one’s the first while also ordering Long Island Iced Teas from the bar. She’s on her like, fourth? She’s not sure and she doesn’t care. She heads to the bar to get that drink, an excuse to take a break from the dance floor.

Aww, he'd called her beautiful! Faith smiles as the drink is handed over and then she damned well tries too hard, batting her eyelashes and everything. Which just makes her look like she has something in her eye. She's not an adept flirt but she gets an A for effort maybe? "There are more where that came from." In fact they are flowing freely all through the place. "It's so flavorful. Try a pink one after. Real men can drink pink and get away with it." Or something. Open mouth and insert her foot. Or another drink, that works just as well.

"They are SO GOOD." Kip agrees. "And so pretty!" She does a little bit of a twirl to the beat of the music, taking Nova's hand if the woman would allow it to follow Rekani to the bar. "At least you didn't got shot again!" She offers to the sight of his hands. "But I want the full story later." She would release Nova's hand then and plucked up a bright purple tube this time. "Oh, uh! Screwdriver please." Is the order given to the bartender before she leans against the bar to knock back the drink.

"We should learn how to make these!"

Noticing her fellow females with their impressive ability to down the tantalizing tubes without hands, she gives an approving 'go ahead with your bad selves' nod to the ladies. Of course this makes her really want to try doing it. She follows the two to the bar, not wanting to be alone on the floor. Spotting Faith and Stefhan doing more test tube shots, she taps Faith's arm, grabbing two more if she turns towards her. "Hi! I'm Nova! Try no hands with me? Looks fun!"

Stefhan takes a pull from his bottle of O'douls and smirks toward Faith, "Well, if there are I can buy the next round. Quite nice of you to offer. Besides, in some cases, who says that pink isn't a man's color?" He extends a hand to Faith and introduces himself, "Stefhan Rosenberg." He says and when Nova pops up he chuckles a little, but it's all in fun, "Maybe here's someone else who needs a drink tonight, yes? I admit they are colorful. What is the cause of celebration anyway?"

The suggestion of 'no hands' has Rekani snapping his head toward Nova, "No Hands? Waka Flocka? Shit, I forgot about that song, I'ma put... that... shit... on the playlist." His words go halting as he's flipping his phone out, opening the spreadsheet of good clubbing songs he was compiling. Then... things change, and Rekani's eyes almost swim around the area. Oh shit, was it already kicking in? He looks down at the test tube. Edibles were not supposed to be this fact acting, "Aw shit, someone dropped some good shit in these cause I'm..." He's now noticing joints, hinges... Nope, he would know the body feel. "Yo, did shit just go sideways?" The flashback to trashformers was playing in his head.

The whole rack is set between them so Faith can share. "Oh I don't mind sharing and you're right, pink can be anyone's color." A smile is flashed to him before she lifts the tube. At the approach of Nova, she grins and looks down at her own cleavage. "Look alive girls." Speaking to her own chest. "Hi Nova, I'm Faith." Identical twin to Grace if anyone knows her. "This is uhh." She doesn't know Stefhan's name.

At the words of the music, Faith begins following it like a pro. Or something.

Kip leans over a bit to see about this 'no hands' thing. Curious. And maybe a little foggy headed already. She really was a lightweight okay? But...oof." She blinked a little, looking towards the dance floor when Rek asked if she's gone sideways. "Chto za khren'?" Is the muttered Russian. She nudged Rekani and points towards the floor with the dancing...robots? "...Is that sideways?" Even as she asks though, Kip can feel the draw of the music, starting to move just a bit to the beat. There may or may not have been a shirt shot downed somewhere in between as well.

Stefhan knows a few things about dancing, but in this kind of environment he may be far from a pro. The hand was offered to Faith but in such a face paced environment things are easily overlooked. "Stefhan Rosenberg." He introduces himself to Nova. A hand is extended as well to extend a more formal introduction. In between the greetings though he quickly drinks the offered shot and blinks, "Yeah." he says, "I could feel that if the night goes on. Next round is on me though, order what you want ladies." He holds up a credit card to one of the servers to start a tab or something of the like.

Stephanie feels mildly delirious after losing track of herself and her apparent alcohol consumption. She’s dealt with a lot of drunks as a first responder but this...the robots were confusing. When had they shown up? She must have missed it. But she feels the pull of the music and doesn’t even care. She leaves the bar to dance again.

Nova eyes Stefhan skeptically as he questions the free drinks, then said free drinks kick in. The glasswear has been moved to her chest and not her hands (thank goodness) for just a moment with the rippling shift, she may have dropped it. This was incredible. Somewhere between 'Futurama' and that moment in 'The Wizard of Oz' when the color comes on. This was defiantly going on a car later. She is somewhat hypnotized by the bizarre scene before her but answers the blonde man, "Celebrating these loco free shots! To a good trip amigos!"

She leans down and knocks another back from her chest, accidentally ignoring Stefhan's hand because, well, there was a lot going on for her right now. Maybe when the people were not robots, and the floor wasn't calling her name she would have the wherewithal to apologize.

Faith had missed the hand with the sound of the music, the words for dancing, the daring chance to do it hands free! So many options. But she realizes she missed it when he retracts it and she hurriedly slips her hand into his with a rueful smile, not missing the chance to shake his hand. "It's nice meeting you, Stefhan Rosenberg. I'm Faith Kensington." He had introduced himself twice now, she realizes, but she was too deep into the teet tube drinks and getting deeper. Though the offer of a drink is accepted. "Buyers choice," she tells him, "Whatever you want to order for me, I will drink." A smile flashed his way before she gets back to trying to get the tube drink down the front of her club dress and looking a little goofy in the process. "I can give you a hands free drink, Mr. Stefhan," she teases. "But drinking one myself seems to elude me." Though she does watch to see how Nova does it.

Stefhan catches the fact that Faith does manage to take a moment to shake his hand. "Lovely name." He tells her and when her hand is in his, he tries to elegantly kiss it upon her knuckles. Then, he slowly lets the hand go and says, "Sometimes hands on is better, maybe?" A slight wink offered her way but then suddenly he's being persuaded to the dance floor. Well, you can't say no to a robot and at the hip bump he's ushered into the crowd it seems. "Whoa." He says, "How did I end up here?" But then, he starts to move with the others and fortunately for now, he isn't making too much of a fool of himself.

Kip is mesmerized by this strange dancing taking place. It's like nothing she's ever seen before. And the music. Oh the music is perfect for dancing! She starts to drift away from the bar and towards the dance floor. She's not the best dancer out on the floor but she's also not the worst. Letting the beat flow through her. Somewhere in her mind she knew this was strange. That something was going on that might not be quite right. But that didn't matter right now! Because dancing was fun and that's what was important right now!

This was one of the most exciting things Nova has ever encountered. This was much akin to experiencing a massive boardwalk for the first time at night. The energy in the air was almost tangible, the spectrum of lights, overwhelming. The streamer whirling dancer only entices her further, trying to tap Faith and Stefhan to allow them the sight...but Stefhan is missing...Oh well! Nothing could possibly by wrong here. Nova extends one arm upward and spins towards the floor, as though if she could just reach high enough she could reach the multi-hued robot goddess. She did not know what was happening, but she wanted to be a part of it, badly.

Rekani had had enough bad trips, both drug induced and Category:Other lately, that he was more than a little wary of what was going down. But Lumberjack Jesus and Superfriends had told him the only way was through, and Kip and Nova already seemed like they were getting into the thick of it, so that meant he was following. Didn't mean he wasn't looking for a shot to maybe sneak up on that stage and mess with the sound. Shit, the Robot, though? That was like 10 years ago. Rekani could shuffle it out, and was at least giving some Latin flair, trying to keep close by his sister and friend.

"Thank you, Stefhan, you're very charming." Faith tells him, more enchanted by the kiss to her hand than the robots for the moment. Though the moment is shattered for her when they are encouraged for the dancing. Oh Faith dances, she loves to dance anyway, and her drink remains strictly hands on. Following Nova out when Stefhan goes his way, she dances beside her with a lopsided smile. The music does fully capture her, or the drinks do, either way she's intent on having fun. The lights are beautiful, the robots odd of course, she watches them though, not quite as drawn in as some, perhaps. "What's going on?" Questioning Nova after she's tapped and her view guided towards the ribboned robot. "This is so weird! This is worse than the trip I took with Grace on something she brought back from Japan." Or was it China? Right now, Faith doesn't particularly care, she's h having fun!

Stefhan seems to be having his own fun, even if he knows he's quite older than these college guys. He's not THAT old fortunately but he also isn't drunk where he can't keep himself orientated. But then his cellphone in his pocket buzzes, another sign that work calls. Yeah, the party pooper Odouls fella looks to have had enough. Hopefully he manages to brush by Faith enough to whisper in her ear before he makes his way out. Then he tells the person running his tab, "$500 dollar limit on drinks for anyone who wants them, but, business calls."

Here's the thing. Maybe not about Russians in general but definitely about Kip. She doesn't back down from a challenge. Even if she knows she's on the losing end. "Dance off!" She shouts out to no one in particular. There's a brief feeling of clarity as she focuses on the robot that dared to challenge her! She launches in to her own version of the robot. It's..well, decent? A mildly unique string of dance moves and she GETS UP IN THAT BOTS FACE! "y dvigayesh'sya, chuvak" Essentially 'serving' the robot back. Maybe Russian and Robot are really similar?

Rekani wasn't... even... HAVIN' it. He sways into this bot's face, staring down his nose. He doesn't even say anything, but that stare tells that bot they were nothing more than a collection of electronic trash with moves that old. Then he just starts busting out some sick shuffle-steps. LMFAO would be proud. Now, it was a tough run. Moving bulk like that took a lot out of a man, but he saw his way through. When he stops, its in a smooth walk off, not even looking at his opponent. Badasses don't look at explosions.

This place is the best! Oh look the iridescent robots are friendly they want to dance! This is such a crazy coincidence because Nova LOVES to dance, and she is watching Kip get funky out of the corner of her eye. If only she could be up there with the monarch, maybe Rekani could help her...but first she had to dance with her colorful new friends. She had lost track of her sunrise and there was still a tube in her cleavage, but neither bothered her movements. She was not a robot, her movements more fluid as she drops it low. Snapping back up, she grinds up on a nearby piece of technology, not understanding a single bit of hostility and enjoying herself, hips swinging.

The dancing was the fun part, wait, maybe the drinking was. Casting a glance over to Stefhan, Faith offers a smile but takes note of his imminent departure. She watches him and there's surprise when he approaches her. The soft spoken words earn him a delighted smile and she bobs her head up and down once. "I would like that. Have a good night, Stefhan." Bidding him a farewell. Then she finishes the last of her tube in hand and hands it off to someone random. The dance was on! She really gets into it, facing off with a bot. Too bad she is too drunk to even come across as anywhere near graceful and coordinated. Ohh no, she doesn't look good dancing at all. Good thing she is unaware of that.

There is a robot heading her way as Steph bumps and grinds along the dance floor. She is not elegant or anywhere near an actual dancer but she has a sense of rhythm that helps her pass as a decent dancer.

Kip is way more in to this dance off thing than she ought to be. She's momentarily distracted and startled by an exploding robot and the colorful liquids on the floor. She cheers for the great dancing everyone is doing! She even cheers for Faith despite the woman falling. This was the BEST.NIGHT.EVER! So cool!

So cool, in fact, that she gets distracted again by other bots and people dancing that she slips in the bright oil herself and falls flat on her ass in it. Well, these leggings are ruined, but that's okay. Kip has been reduced to a giggling fit after the fall and is trying to get her bearings so she can attempt to get back up.

Rekani notes the hazard almost immediately, his dance style most in need of a surface with friction. He thinks for a second, crossing his arms, looking tough, scraping his chin, then making a move. One hand to the side of his head, then using both hands, he makes a motion like a circular sweep, bobbing in time with the music. It almost looks like he was scratching a record, but was really using it as a covert physical focus as he begins to glimmer. A scalpel-thin wave of force is sent skimming along the ground and scraping the oil away from everyone's feet and toward their opponents instead.

Stephanie is clearly drunk, trying to draw the bot towards her but in doing so, she steps into the oil spill herself and her moves are just not working out. She does have a thought though, to use her abilities to see if anyone is controlling these robots. Smart. Maybe she’s sobering up.

The only thing that can be done when your dance partner explodes, is to find a new one and hope that one maybe doesn't. Noticing the 'Rekani shuffle', she see's the tell-tale signs of her brother about to use his glowy goodness, probably to fix something Nova doesn't think is a problem. Maybe the oil stuff is what was in the shots! Perhaps that isn't the best experiment for the moment though. Sighing, she moves towards the robot he had been dancing with to let him concentrate on whatever he was doing. Hoping her new partner was a bit more stable than her ex, she pushes her weight onto it's shoulders and performs a fan kick. That should work, it was metal like a pole after all!

Slippery and slidey, Faith stumbles a few times before getting to her feet. She even looks back towards the bot, she had a score to settle! She starts dancing again, all jerkily and oily, but hey the color looked amazing on her lime green dress! Hearing the cheering, she grins at Kip, but the bot is better than her and she fails. Again. Dammit!

Rekani puts a hand out to Kip to help her up, a smirk on his face, giving her a conspirator wink. The hand up would turn into a pull and twirl, and Rekani would call back to some Spanish Salsa. He even knew how to lead, if Kip would follow it, faint pulls of hands or imposition of hip movement and steps. You don't grow up in Miami loving music and not know how to put some steps on the floor with a partner.

Kip grabs Rekani's hand and jumps up now that there's no more oil on the floor! Her black pants are now smeared with neon colors which totally look awesome! But also - she's never wearing these leggings again. She's not sure how much she's got left in her at this rate but these robots need put in their place, right? RIGHT!

She laughs she she's pulled into a twirl and is more than happy to hand Rekani the dancing reins - letting him lead in the salsa dance. She vaguely knows a few moves from television but Rekani is definitely doing the heavy lifting in this round.

Stephanie is having a terrible time and it shows. She doesn’t seem to be making any progress with the sexy bump and grind approach but it’s all she’s got.

Nova frowns as another friend falls short circuited, still not understanding these are bad guys. How could they be with all the colors? Noticing Faith struggling, she spins over to her fallen shot taking comrade and decides to use her move busting powers for good. Nova performs a rendition on a pole sit on the offending robot, tipping backwards to give Faith a hand up...until the robot starts to dissolve...then she hops off.

The crowd had thinned with all the explody bits and fusion. Rekani noticed and this was his chance. With a final dip, then twirl, he lets Kip spin away, holding an index finger up to say BRB. He totally rushes the stage, using his bulk to clear a path, then rolling up onto it. He immediately puts a headset on over one ear and gets to work, fingers flying over the dials. Wait, did they only have Daft Punk on this thing? Shit... Well... No he could work with this. He starts to mix, he increases the speed, maybe hoping it would overclock the robot's processor. He adds bass and other track samples, little at a time as he slides one tune out, and his in. This wasn't your momma's Daft Punk. This was Nightcore, bitch.

Nova has seen a lot of talented dancers over the years, and he ones with passion tend to have stuck with her. For a moment she glows like a neon sign and then there are suddenly more people than there were before. A man with neon pink hair to her right is slight and fit, looking a bit like he may be from Germany. A woman to her right is blonde yet tan, possibly Russian or Greek. For those who know Dahlia, the image of the raven-haired woman is also among them. Stripping is sometimes a rough and dirty business, but you can never forget a good dancer once you see one, no matter what kind. In her head Stephanie would hear <<You ready Chica?>>

Rekani knew the routine from many years of DJing for her, were he not busy making that happen currently. Nova can't quite reach Kip, but the tough lady had held her own thus far, she could likely follow. She was in to tear up!

Kip twirls from Rekani as he releases her, watching him charge up to the DJ station. She shimmies her way a bit closer to Nova and Stephanie - watching them for a beat or two before starting to pick up on what they were doing. Oh boy. This was definitely not any kind of dancing she had done before. But hey, whatever worked right? She was sobering up ever so slightly and man oh man did she wish that she wasn't! But now was not the time for wishes. Now was the time for giving this giant robot a giant dance-beat down!

The brunette joins the suddenly flash mob and really doesn’t have a way to respond, but she just nods randomly, hoping it would be seen. She was sobering up and trying to keep up with everyone. Here goes nothing!