Girls Night Out XVI: In Da Club

Posted on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 6:04pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Fiona McCray & Commander Yuna Raza & Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 6:04pm

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, Rome arcology, the seedy section, Bacchanalia
Timeline: 2265

Dance: From Fedepedia, the Federation encyclopedia

Dance is a type of art that generally involves movement of the body, usually rhythmic and to music,[1] performed in many different cultures and used as a form of expression, social interaction and exercise or presented in a spiritual or performance setting.

Dance may also be regarded as a form of nonverbal communication between humans, and is also performed by other animals (bee dance, patterns of behaviour such as a mating dance). Gymnastics, figure skating and synchronized swimming are sports that incorporate dance, while martial arts kata are often compared to dances. Motion in ordinarily inanimate objects may also be described as dances (the leaves danced in the wind).

Definitions of what constitutes dance are dependent on social, cultural, aesthetic, artistic and moral constraints and range from functional movement (such as folk dance) to virtuoso techniques such as ballet. Dance can be participatory, social or performed for an audience. It can also be ceremonial, competitive or erotic. Dance movements may be without significance in themselves, such as in ballet or European folk dance, or have a gestural vocabulary/symbolic system as in many Asian dances. Dance can embody or express ideas, emotions or tell a story.


"Bout bloody time" Yuna snarked to herself as she passed the bouncer, pushing open the doors and entering the club. Bold colours splashed off the walls, loud music ricocheted off every surface. It was a feast for the senses.

"Now THIS is what I'm talkin about!" Yuna smiled as she began moving to the beat almost immediately.

All that Fiona caught was glimpses of the room through waves of moving bodies. She bounced up and down trying to get a feel for the layout of the place, and after a moment she just tugged on Char's sleeve and shouted something that got whisked away by the beat. She solved her visibility issue by simply using the corner of what might have been the bar to boost herself over the heads of the crowd. She gestured frantically towards the other side of the club, at the "EMP-TY TAB-LE!"

Her brush with the bouncer outside having injured her self-esteem, Charybdis was not in a terribly socially acceptable mood, so rather than attempt a graceful solution she simply hoisted the Scottish spitfire onto her shoulder and let her direct as the juicy juggernaut forcibly pushed her way through the crowd as an icebreaker, leaving their friends to follow in her wake.

Fi let out a squeak initially when she found herself grasped then suddenly high above the crowd, but she adapted quickly and her dismay then dissolved into laugher " Left!... reet... Nausican!" she called out directions, then resorted to steering by taps to the shoulder. "Whoooooaaaa nellie... lemme dooown!!"

The music was infectious and the crowd was in high spirits. It didn't take long for the newcomers to be noticed- Fi's crowd-surfing processional across the club (head and everything else above the crowd) hadn't hurt- and shortly thereafter the invitations to dance started, followed by a wide assortment of frothy bar concoctions chosen to impress and entice were presented as offerings.

The wide-eyed, dazed look that had washed across Selune as soon as the door had been opened to the troupe and the cacophony of blinding noise that had washed over her had not left despite being placed in a chair and given several minutes of exposure. Her soft white ears twitched as the almost blinding noise drove away her ability to think clearly. The normal snatches of conversations, small gasps and all of the tiny and distant sounds she was used to hearing were replaced by a deafening repetitive boom and flickering lights.

The result was an almost relaxing pain, pushing anything other than the beat from her head leaving her feeling slightly lost, glancing around the room, to her hands and friends then looking back at the table and repeating as she tried to visually ground herself, despite her fingers tapping against the table to the beat. She had noticed that, to her at least, the rest of her companions had simply adjusted to the overwhelming volume and not been nearly as affected as her.

Caught up in and abundance of masculine attention, Chary's mood and pride were rapidly rebuilding themselves when she happened to notice Selune's distress, so she snagged a glass from a passing waitress, and pushed her way to her friend in distress. In pantomime she took a bar napkin, tore it in half, dipped it partially into the glass of water, rolled it up into a cone shape, squeezed out the excess water and then gently stuffed it into her ear canal. She indicated that Selune try it, placing the materials on the table next to her.

Shaking her head she tried to indicate, probably with little success, that the idea of sticking things in her ears really didn't appeal. Instead she just tried to sink deeper into the music sipping at her drink and bearing with it for her friends.

The drinks led to the dance floor, and the dance floor led to dancing, and the dancing led to the women of the Bonne Chance finally cutting loose, freed from all responsibilities and decorum for a change. Fiona was everywhere, a madcap dancing sensation, her skirt twirling, her hair flailing about. It was hard to tell if the wee engineer was dancing or having a seizure, but whichever it was she was apparently loving every second of it.

Charybdis was all sinuous slides and writhing motion, bumps and shimmies like a burlesque dancer of old brought to life by an alien skyscraper in black leather. She was apparently not the least bit shy about making contact with others on the dance floor, and she was busily defining just exactly what 'bump and grind' meant on the dance floor.

For the Trill, it was all about the music, the thumping beats matched the movements of her body, letting her mind drift and being completely absorbed by the music.

Selune's body twisted in time with the beat, smooth sinuous motion spliced with near instant flickering switches in different directions before her self-consciousness caught up with her and she retreated back to their table.

The attention from the males of the club was quite satisfactory... between the four of them there was something for nearly every taste, and there was considerable competition for their attention. Drinks were evaporating at a rather rapid rate... Fiona was proving the alcohol tolerance of her ancestry, sometimes with a different drink in each hand while Chary was sticking to the blue stuff, claiming that staying with one alcohol could keep one from overdoing it. She also claimed that the club was watering their drinks... and from the rate that she was guzzling them either she was correct or she was superhuman.

Celes had stayed true to a selection of her favourite tried and tested liquors. She'd held them hard before and planned to keep it that way. Problem was, someone was feeding her drinks, drinks that she hadn't ordered.

About 4 or maybe 6 songs in Fiona came back to the table and flopped down on her chair. She drained about half of her drink then turned to Selune "You okay, kitteh? You're not dancing?"

Staring back at the small engineer Selune tried to pick out the words amongst the deafening din rattling through her head. Shrugging in reply and forcing a small smile as she guessed at the words. Until now she had never realized how hard it was to try and read someone's lips.

Fi shook her head and fished her PDD out . She quickly typed;
"YOU OK?"
"You're Not Dancing"
"Are your ears hurting?"
...and slid it over to Selune.

Blinking a couple of times as she read it, Selune tapped out her reply, "It's fine, don't worry about it," before shunting it back and nodding slightly with what she assumed was reassuring smile.

Fiona rolled her eyes at the Caitian.

From the dance floor Char could still see the table, and she caught Fiona's waving arm as she sought the sensual scientist's attention. Char communicated in bar sign language, pointing at the Caitan and asking if she was okay even as what was possibly the shortest Tellurite in the club ground himself against her shiny black heiney.

The Scott burst out laughing at the spectacle on the dance floor. She shook her head no, tapped her ears and pointed to the speakers then to her ears again.

The scientist rolled her eyes and nodded, then reached over to tap Yuna on the shoulder. She twirled her finger in the air once and pointed at a rear exit, then pointed at the distressed feline and tapped her ears. She then hip-checked the Tellurite, sending him sprawling elsewhere on the dance floor as she then sashayed back to the table.

"Got it," Yuna replied, even though she couldn't be sure anyone actually heard her over the music. Finishing off the song on her way to the table she collected her drink and tagged Fi on the shoulder, pointing to the exit before doing the same for Selune.

Wrapping her arm around the helmsman's shoulders, the first officer guided her toward a rear exit, reasoning that it would likely be less crowded and possibly quieter, which would give Selune a chance to catch her breath and shake it off. She checked to make sure the rest of the crew was with her, then proceeded out the rear exit door.

Fi grabbed her PDD and purse, then knocked back her drink and scampered after her friends.

The heavy metal door stuck for a moment then an insistent blow from Charybdis' hip popped it open into a dimly lit alleyway. The group all departed the club in haste, out of concern for their friend... and the second that the door swung shut behind the departing officers the noise became a barely audible thrumming.

The quiet and sudden open space was almost startling after all of the noise, bodies, smoke and flashing lights. Fiona leaned back against the wall laughing and breathless. "Guid laird...what a place... I think thet dance beats and that amount oov chaos is a bit mooch for kitteh ears though. Hell... I'm about halfway stunned m'self!"

She fanned herself enjoying the cool night air on her sweaty skin. "You okay Selune?" she asked.

Selune squinted her eyes shut as she waited for the ringing to die down, "I'll be fine..." she murmured, "Just a tad... loud for my personal tastes."

Fiona nodded. "Aye..well next place we'll go we'll shoot for muir low key," she fished some cards out of her bodice and squinted at them.

A soft muffled groan was just barely audible over the chattering scot and the thumping dance beat. Char quirked her head slightly at it, and stepped back from the group a few paces, motioning for Yuna.

Yuna's ear's pricked when she heard the sound, following the direction of Char's indication and stepping carefully over the broken bottles and other refuse that littered the alleyway.

"What the..." She started, finding a beaten humanoid lying in amongst the trash.

Yuna moved quickly, almost too quickly for the shoes she was wearing. "Hey, can you tell me what happened? Where are you hurt?" she asked, dropping into a crouch next to the injured man.

The man opened his eyes just a crack... it was about the best he could manage given their swollen condition. "Please... call help... they're coming back... you have to get out of here!" he gasped.

 

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