2020-09-02 - You Got Served: 'Hood' Edition

Devlin comes in with a few other folks that are off duty. Though it seems that said workmates.. vanish out the door within a half hour, leaving Devlin alone at the club. However, it appears that he does not let this apparent set back ruin one of the few days off he gets. He finishes off the double of scotch that he started with and just joins in the dancing with a few attractive ladies, floating about a little to dance with one and then another. It seems he has a natural grace for dancing. He may not know the moves but he picks them up fairly quickly imitating others. After a few songs he takes a break on the side lines to the disappointment of the last lady he danced with.

Poor Lacey. Nicole's employee, co-worker, friend, has had yet another bad breakup, so Nicole has taken it upon herself to drag her out for a night of drinking and dancing to hopefully help cheer her up again. The redhead ran off to use the restroom while Nicole stayed behind to keep their table -theirs-. She drove them there, but she already secured a sober ride pick up for them later. A waitress walks by with the fruity drinks and Nicole beckons her over. "Three please!" One for her to down now (and she does), and another to toast to Lacey with (and one for Lacey herself) when she returns.

It was a photo finish, those filtering into the club were saying, that loud ass black Beamer and galactic Nissan. Rekani was walking in with a cackling laugh, in high spirits for actually bringing their usual competition to at least a tie getting into the parking lot, “No, no,” he was saying, “I get it, you’re a little fucked up, it was the only reason.” Really, sometimes, being the best brother was about compromise. Or lying. Either way, he was being a bro about it.

And then it’s the shots night again, and he pauses, looking around, slowly blinking. His eyes train sideways to Nova, seeing if she was seeing what he was seeing.

Devlin notices Nicole as he gets a shot and walks over. "Hi Nicole," he greets. And anticipating the possible question, he adds, "Ran into you at Hera's gallery. I keep meaning to come over for an appointment." He smiles warmly as he takes a sip from his shot glass of fun 'kool-aide'.

Nova's galaxy Nissan had screeched to a halt in a direct tie."I'm serious hermano! My arm hit the door on a turn and I almost spun out because I forgot how bad my skin hurt. You got Lumberjack Jesus to heal you. Me, I'm una perra dura, I'm just dealing. I usually smoke your ass!" She had finally hit one of those dreams he talked about, the ones that hurt. She had gotten a pretty bad burn of some sort, but it was starting to heal and she hand used some aloe mixed with a heavy cover foundation to dull the redness to her usually tan skin. Nova was wearing a rather short pink long sleeve dress with a strawberry pattern and baby pink vinyl eight inch heels. Her hair had been left curly with a strawberry embellished clip to keep it out of her face. She was glad it was dark, she had been forced to take time off work till her skin healed and was going stir crazy. Rekani's suggestion of a club at night had been just what she needed. Seeing the familiar tubes and Rekani's look she raises both arms into the air. "Free neon shots night! Que comience la fiesta!" She takes a pink shot and downs it without a second thought.

Aidan is here alone tonight, and he's been there for a bit already, makin' friends and ifluencing people. Or at least finding various people to dance with. He doesn't seem to care that much who, as long as they feel like dancin'. He is officially a Perfectly Okay Dancer, which is to say he has some sense of rhythm, the capability to move his body in accordance with it most of the time, and no particularly noticeable sense of shame. At the moment he's taking a brief break, having just been handed a vial-drink for each hand, one bright pink to match the flamingos on his blue overshirt, one bright purple to match the skinny jeans. If he had a third hand, they might've given him yellow to match the Docs, but that'll just have to be next round. There is no drink handy to match the white tanktop that opines, 'Surely not EVERYONE was Kung Fu fighting.' He goes for the blue one first, and when he catches a brief sight of Nova in all her pinkness across the room, he lifts the pink one in a toast to her before drinking that one too.

Never a kid to turn down free shots, Rekani was in, hell or what may. A violet shot is snagged and downed, and that little silver pen is slipped out of his crisp white fanny pack for a puff, covertly blowing it out down his shirt, “Look,” his breath catches briefly from the vape, but he goes on to say, “I’m just sayin, one of these is gonna be Salsa Night, and we are going to fuckin kill.” As if Nova didn’t always kill. Rekani’s eyes seem to sweep the area, noting those about who his eyes just happened to land on. Aidan was a definite, and the Latino breaks into a wide grin, “Ayyy!” His voice can be heard across the club, both hands up in a cheer as he sees the magician, but letting him be if he was into his groove.

"Oh! Hey!" Nicole smiles as Devlin greets her. "Wow... that seems like forever ago. " Tilting her head, she studies him with a bit of a squint. Her hair is in playful pigtails tonight and she is dressed for clubbing, wearing a purple halter made of draping slightly shimmery material and ties that leave most of her back bare. She's paired this with a pair of black shorts that fit as if they were tailored just for her. "..... De----vlin? Right?" She asks, dragging out the first part of his name as she tries to remember, though the look on her face says she isn't exactly sure if she is right. "How you doin? Had one of the free shots yet? I got an extra if you want.... I'm waiting for my friend to come back. "Little does she know that Lacey ran into her ex in the hall by the restrooms and likely won't be returning to the table any time soon.

Devlin smiles as he answers Nicole, "I'm doing pretty good. Sure, love to share a shot. Free is always a great way to start things. I started with a scotch before these. I always like a bit of quality to start an evening. And now for the fun drinks." He lifts the shot to salute Nicole, "To a fun evening of dancing and some interesting shots to try.. wonder if they are different flavors or is it one mix.. just add color."

Aidan catches Rekani's greeting as he's lowering his vial again, and breaks into a bright grin in return. "Ayyyy!" he calls back happily, lifting the now-empty container up like the Statue of Liberty's torch, and managing to lose both vials somewhere on his way across the intervening space to greet the pair more directly. Maybe one of the people giving the drinks out took them. Maybe they ended up on a table. They probably aren't on the floor or in his pockets, but then again, magician. Never know. Could be up his (short) sleeve. Somehow.

He dances on across to the pair, greeting Rekani with an apologetic, "I shoulda thought to bring your vape!" Man, it is hard to stay still. So why bother? Might as well groove.

Rekani, as folk well know, was Spanish, so the groove comes natural to him, and he was bobbing to the beat, appreciative to hear the more urban sound in Firefly. His hand goes out aside, grinning and shaking his head at the apology, ready to clasp-pull-hug Aidan when he comes in range, “Dawg, you know I got like five o’ those. Whatevs.” Rekani makes a motion toward Nova, “Yo, you know my hermana?”

Nova had lifted a shot and caught Aidan's eye across the room. As he comes closer she is looking him up and down in an approving manner. "Azucar you are always incredibly stylish. I might have to go back to your place just to get into your pants...In your closet of course!" She gives one winged eye a wink, thick lashes batting. The pause she had left between was overly suggestive, but she was always extra. She grabs another shot and looks up nodding her head approvingly at the music. "This mix is dope! Better take notes hermano." Nova is moving her hips to the fire playlist, lips glowing her favorito color.

"Cheers! To dancing and shots!" Nicole smiles and taps her colorful vial of drink to Devlin's. His question makes her look at it curiously. "We'll find out! My other one was pink and this one is violet! Cheers!" she says again and tips it back. When the alarms sound, she whips her head from left to right, alarmed, until she realizes it is a song. "Oh hey! I love this song! Let's dance!" She seems to have suddenly forgotten she was saving her table. She's not exactly the best dancer, but what she lacks in skill, she makes up for with enthusiasm, her ponytails bouncing.

Suddenly, the Skittles Gang infiltrates the club all in colorful hoodies. She gets excited at first, still dancing, tugging at Devlin's sleeve or arm. "Oh shit, Dawg! This is like some movie or something!" She bounces up and down, looking towards the hooded homies. "You 'bout to get served Dawg!"

Aidan is happily clasp-pull-hugged, returning the movement. "Okay, eventually I'm gonna think of it, though," he 'warns', and turns the grin on Nova, laughing as she completes that paused remark. "I think they're gonna be kinda long on you," he replies, "Like your dress'd prolly get me arrested, but it's awesome!" Since Rekani asked, he answers, "We danced together last time! Though, I don't think we actually got introduced. Like, I didn't know you were siblings. Anyway, hi, I'm Aidan!" So now that's covered, at least.

He does not initially seem to really notice all the hoods converging, and maybe not that they're specifically herding people onto the dance floor yet, either. He doesn't really need much in the way of herding. The music feels awesome tonight, and dancing's calling to him more and more. "We should go dance!" he suggests to the both of them, somehow finding a bright yellow vial in his hand. Hey, completing the set! He drinks it.

Devlin goes out with Nicole to the dance floor after downing the shot. "Yeah.. we'll find out then. Wonder if they have a neon maroon drink?" He chuckles a bit, "I tend to do ok on the dance floor, just give me a few moments to catch the moves and beat, girl." He grins, "Unless you want me to lay on a bit of old fashion Chinese strange... and mind fuck a few of the dawgs out here.."

So Rekani might end up getting herded. Might. Except this shit was totally his jam. Aidan suggestion to dance must have been to Nova, cause the DJ was IN IT. A green shot had just been downed, and he almost chokes swallowing it cause both his hands are thrown up again, nearly shouting along with the line “But first N——s gotta find me! What’s 50 grand to a muthafucka like me CAN YA PLEASE REMIND ME!” Rekani was totally in on this shit and was already bouncing his round ass to the beat and toward the dance floor, spitting verse, memorized. There was nothing else more important. He probably was totally oblivious to it, too busy poppin and throwin hands to hype up each line.

Seeing the hooded figures, Nova points them out to Aidan as though he hadn't noticed them. To be fair, Nova barely had. She was not the most observant individual. "We need those ya?" Automatically almost, she moves towards him to dance closer before remembering her injuries. "I got like a asesino sunburn though..." She is still moving, just not as closely to anyone or anything as she was accustomed.

The balloons begin to fall and she spins excitedly with her arms in the air like a child might during a first snowfall, sadly none touch her. Suddenly her dance partner and her brother had taken up membership of rival dance crews. What was she going to do!?!?! Uhhh...Well...Rekani looked a little outnumbered at the moment...and the orange hoodies were pretty swag... She steps in line beside Rek, making a note to talk to Aidan later. First she had to school his freaking crew!

Either it's the drinks or it is good o'le GH messing with the night. Devlin as he moves to the floor breaks into a stylized dance with roots in a part of Tai Chi solo form for the few that might have the presence of mind to even notice with everything going on. He moves around Nicole as if protecting her from an unseen opponent via dance and somehow manages to gracefully twist n turn avoiding the shower of cheese and milkbones. He ends over at Nicole's side, "This looks like it is about to get interesting."

"Arf Arf!" Nicole barks at the orange hoods. "This rap shit is mine, dawgs!" Let's be honest, Nicole doesn't look very 'street' but she is dancing like this music is all she ever listens to. She dances with passion, like she is trying to win that 5k prize that will save the local dance school! Yeah! "First we gonna rock! Then we gonna roll! ARF ARF MUTHAFUCKA!" She smiles as Devlin does his tai chi moves around her. "You're like an awesome sharpei dawg!"

"I like that one!" Aidan tells Nova, pointing out one of the hoodies when she asserts they need them, and yes, it is dancin' time, all right! He follows her lead on how close and making a general style; it's not like it takes a lot to get him on board with throwing his arms up and spinning anyway, and he laughs as they do. One of the balloons hits him right on the head, and while one arm drops, the other stays up, pumping in the air with a several enthusiastic woofs as he finds himself drawn toward the white hoodies, hands jivin' as he meets up with one after another. "Time to let the dogs out!" he exclaims, starting a fancy fist-bump with Nicole as she declares her team allegiance so loudly.

That nose wiggle only means Rekani has to rub the back of his knuckles across it constantly. This was totally just to look thug (but mostly because muscle spasms did not feel good). It struck him as weird, that just a second ago, he was so happily greeting Aidan, dude he’s danced alongside, and who he’d gone through shadow-torture with, but now, yo, that dude was whack. Maybe it’s cause he fell in with the wrong crowd, that blonde was a bad influence, but it’s not like it was gonna be some Tony and Maria thing.

“Psycho, I go Michael, take your pick, Jackson” He grabs his crotch and kicks, “Tyson,” He throws a mock punch, “Jordan, Game 6” He pantomimes dunking.

Typically, Nova tears up the floor. Given the severe injuries she had sustained however, that was not the case. She steps up to battle Nicole from the canine crew. It's looking pretty fierce until Nova goes to drop it low and her rib catches in pain. Nothing like internal bruising to kill a vibe ya'know? It was then decided, the pig-tailed partier prevailed. Damn Nova hated those dream things, side effects were wack. She would get them next round for sure! Nova bites her lip and tries to refocus, cheered on by the squeaks of her fellow rodents.

He may be good with Martial moves.. but Devlin still has a lot to learn where this kind dancing is concerned. He follows one of the orange hood's move for move with his own bit of flair and at first is keeping up. That is until Orange turns up the heat with a flourish that leaves Devlin looking like he was at the grade school dance. Rather than get frustrated as some might expect, especially with the cat calling about how bad and perhaps stupid Devlin was for that step up... he's still calm, but you can see the disappointment in his expression for how he did.

Rekani knew it wasn't going as well, even if the song was his shit. Maybe it's cause Kanye going full weirdo lately kinda made him not jive as well for the Latino. Maybe it was time for a song change, cause he knew what would at least be in theme and probably hilarious.

"GET BACK, Why you all in my ear, talking a WHOLE bunch o shit that I ain't tryin to hear!" He'd probably couple this with attempting Physical shoves on the clothes of the white hoodies, trying to recreate the ridiculous, gravity defying wire-work from the Luda video. All he needed was some Hulk-hands. He knew he shoulda shoved those in his pack.

"Grrr... ARF!" Nicole grits her teeth and shakes her head like she's got ahold of a rope and someone's trying to take it from her. There's a brief moment where she looks around at all the hooded 'people' but it's only because she thinks she must be high as fuck. But who cares! She's having fun!

And then, Nova things she gonna serve the hairdresser! Nicole stands like a thug, arms crossed, head tilted, watching the woman until Nova tried to drop it like it's hot and ended up just... dropping it. "Tsk tsk, you bout to get served.... a can of dog food! AROOF!"

Nicole starts to dance then. There are moments her old life shows itself, and when she dances, especially when under the influence, is one of those moments as she prevails in that particular dance off, much to the respect of her other dawgs!

She pats Devlin on the shoulder and says, "it's okay, Dawg. you'll get them next time."

Is this Aidan's particular genre of dance? If he even has one? Maybe not, but he's doing pretty decently all in all. He's got that hand-jive down, and he can spin with-- okay, not the BEST of them, but most of them, anyway! He gets some good growls in there just for emphasis, and on an appropriate beat, drops it like it's a whole lot warmer than he had previously given it credit for. There's a little bounce-bounce-bounce movement across the floor with it, like a dog doing the carpet-scooting thing. Only further up from the ground and with rhythm. Somehow, it kinda works.

Nova happens to find a balloon on the floor ass she falls on her butt down there a rather enticing one it seems. Nicole had showed her up, so Nova was going to throw her a bone. "Oh ya?! Can you best me dancing the sexy pollo?" Now that only a true dancing queen could accomplish. She almost doesn't want to be rid of it though considering how tasty it smelled. Hell she'd dance however for a dope bacon balloon in a club. Her pride wouldn't let her keep it. She looks at Rekani and then back at the dogs befpre tossing it at the blonde.

Rekani was mid-spookyfu attempt when Nicole hits him with whatever that balloon thing was. His concentration immediately broken, Rekani's eyes widen as something seems to take hold, his legs seem to carry him backward, steps awkward and jerking as he raises his arm and puts the other hand on his hip, but his wrists flailing loosely almost make it look like the fat latino was puppet-strung. A squint is sent Nicole's direction. Alright, shit was gonna get crafty, eh? He starts digging in his fanny pack. Surely, the power of snacks will help him.

Nothing like a man after redemption, "Ok you mouse eared LEG! School you say.. well then the Gao Shou is in the house!" Devlin says in a manner that just challenges the same guy that just beat him down. The hooded rat sneers and breaks into a bit of acrobatic's with their hip hop and blows it trying to do a one hand stand spin. Devlin shows the hooded rat up as he barks at the dude, "HoooAH!!" as he not only makes the one handed spin but hops to the other hand to repeat. His finish has him flip up to leap frog over the hooded rat, driving hooded rat dude into the floor. "Yeah!!" as Devlin sticks his landing.

A movement over at the bar catches Devlin's attention, "Later cheese breath.." and he dashes over to the bar as one of the ladies supporting the hooded rats is starting to show signs of seizure. Dancing Devlin vanishes in a flash as he shifts mode into Paramedic Devlin. He quickly takes charge to take care of the young woman. As the two crews dance off, he remains with her and even goes with her to the hospital.

Nicole was busy barking at a hooded rat, all, "hood rat, hood rat, hoochie mama" taunting, with one hand on her hip, her head moving from side to side on her neck with attitude when the urge to start dancing again overtakes her. She had success before, so she saunters over to Nova and says, "time for you to Bow-wow to the master. Me."

Only, Nova first throws some bubble milkbone thing at her and it pops right in her face! It no longer matters what music is playing, Nicole can only hear one thing in her head; a slowed down chicken dance song. She tucks her hands under her arms and starts to slowly flap her 'wings' as she wiggles in a crouch low to the ground then hops back up and claps her hands before making them act like beaks then repeating the whole motion again. Yes, folks, it is that popular dance done at many a wedding, only... is she trying to make t sultry? It doesn't seem to be working....

Free hoodie! And it even goes with Aidan's outfit! He pulls it on, grinning, and does an extra little model-walk-and-turn to show it off to the theoretically admiring crowds, then an extra turn to moonwalk back, popping the not-quite-existent collar of the hoodie as he goes. And now that things are going all one on one, he spins out of it with an emphatic point that turns out to... hit someone he doesn't know at all, but looks like it knows what it's doing!

"I smell a rat!" he exclaims, still looking pretty pleased with the current situation, and dances right up toward the Enemy(?), then drops down into a nice bouncy worm, rolling back into a backbend and popping back up to his feet with, okay, a touch of suprise that he can do that, but also definitely some pride! There's a kick and spin of triumph there, though his opponent doesn't seem to be doing too darn shabbily itself. It's close, but the magician seems to just pull it out of the hat.

Rekani is pleasantly, and ecstatically surprised. You have to understand, for a dude his size, finding a baller piece of clothing is usually quickly dashed on the rocks for not fitting. He pulls that pink hoodie on and into place and looks totally cised about it. Crossing his arms, his fingers go across his nose again, (cause it still felt weird) then stay in front of his face as he thinks. Slowly, his eyes trail to the music set again. Maybe he was thinking about the first time, but his cheeks can be seen slowly widening. "Yo, you want this to be real?" He looks around to the rest of his rats. "Let's fuck this shit up!" He motions to one, calls it over, pulls its hood slightly aside to tell it something in secret, and makes a nod of his head up to the booth.

Aidan is still psyched about his own hoodie, and finding his team arrayed behind him only brightens his mood up further. "Nice!" he exclaims to his fellow Dawgs, getting a few complicates high-fives and etc in there, and he glances over toward the Rats, eyes narrowing slightly at the conspiracy-lookin' talk going on over there. "Okay," he says to them, "Let's do that again, follow me, yeah?" Fingerguns to the lot of them. "We're gonna send them to the doghouse! Or. Make them desert their sinking ship!" Yeah, he likes that one better. He moves back to his point position, taking in his surroundings and the people nearby with a little more consideration this time. Gotta work things out, and then work it!

What the hell even just happened? One minute, he was trying to pull the boys together for the greatest Daft Punk/Kanye mashup, getting the light show going, steppin' in time. He even got to throw the gummi bears out like sticky little caltrops in a smooth motion as he danced, but ultimately, he was defeated, and... Things went back to normal?

As he lay, facing the rainbow flashing lights of the normal Firefly ceiling, Rekani finally begins to wonder: Would the Snacks be his salvation, or his ultimate undoing?

Then someone steps on his hand, and he yelps and flails, and people start swearing about some druggy getting high and just laying down on the dance floor. At least he made it out without a concussion this time...

As his pack starts to howl, Aidan throws his head back and joins them, which does not help at all with that stumble-and-gummi-bear situation. Nor does the skidding help with the howl, which goes from joyous to a definite yelp before he makes that recovery, both in movement and sound. It's easy to get a triumphant tone in there when you're successfully not on your butt!

...and then suddenly, it's normal again. Well, club-normal, anyway. He blinks around at the various dancers, none of which are the ones that were around him before -- well, judging by the lack of whiskers, if nothing else -- and his eyes widen a bit as he sees not only the commotion but the body at the root of it. Moving through the crowd, he stops by Rekani and leans down to offer the man a hand (or two) up. "I think we oughta go get a drink," he suggests to his recent rival as he does, "Only, maybe not so neon this time."