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USHER LYRICS ALL OVER THE PLACE

WHO:

soldarius
WHERE: a random club
WHEN: LET'S GO WITH A BACKDATED SATURDAY NIGHT (7/2), SHALL WE?
WARNINGS: icon colours that are bound to give Christmas-y vibes.
SUMMARY: A random meet-up in a random club on weekend night out on the town, can't get much simpler than that.
FORMAT: words and things.

It had been a little over a week since she heard from the Monarch, so either the job he was planning for her ended up being a big bust he didn't want to tell her about, or everything was still in the works. Not that Shego was complaining or anything, she did enjoy her free time whenever possible, but there's only so much a girl could do in this City without a job before her hands started getting itchy. So of course she was hitting up clubs and bars and other social gatherings for the sake of getting out of that crappy MAC apartment. Not that Shego was much of a willing people person, but she did thrive off energy and chaos like any good villainess, and people were the ones who readily supplied that.

So here she was. In another random club with pounding music and a decently sized dance floor, but this time around at least the alcohol was a step up from the other places she had went to before. She was still getting her City feet, trying to remember the good places for her good moods and the bad places for her bad moods. This, from what she vaguely remembered, was a good place. Suffice to say, she was in a pretty good mood. The night was young, her black dress was nice yet comfortable, and there was a glass of alcohol running through her veins. Just the right amount to keep her from wanting to punch the first person to give her a funny look.

She had been talking it up with some foreign guy visiting the City to get a good look-see at the supposed 'superheroes', but once she got over his Italian accent and chiseled physique and realized how boring he was, she left him for the bathroom and then the dance floor, where there was more action and less dull conversation. The music was pulsing and the lights flashing, and while there was a part of her that just itched for a fight, some of it was relieved by the simplicity of dancing among strangers, the heat and adrenaline of it all.

Yup. She was definitely in a good mood. How rare.

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There wasn't any way Kate would miss out on the opportunity to let loose on a dance floor. Two weeks it had been, but she hadn't settled into the City properly yet, tension weighing heavy on her shoulders when she spent too long thinking. All she had done since she arrived was think.

Not tonight. Saturday night, at a crowded club with tables overflowing with food and drinks, and a dance floor she couldn't resist joining. She lets the music and energy of the crowd guide her toward the center of the room. Arms raised above her head, she focuses on the music drumming in her ears and lets herself go.

A slight benign smirk flickered across her face as she allowed the ebb and flow of bodies to carry her along, finding herself a nice stranger to brush up against and rock with before moving on to the next. Not many people saw this side of Shego, and she did a very good job of hiding it from people who knew of her job status and reputation. It wasn't that she was ashamed, she let people know that she went out and had a vague social life with people she'd forget about next week, but back home with the job she held she very rarely went out. And when she did, it was to Europe or some faraway vacation resort for the weekend.

As she allowed herself to let the rhythm flow through her veins, a flash of red hair caught her eye, and a sort of instinct awoke in her. A sort of fight instinct rolled through her, and her nails nipped against the random drunk man holding her close, and he faltered. But the lighting had caught her off-guard and the red was gone, and it had been the wrong shade. It was the wrong length. The guy she was dancing with was gone, and she let herself get pushed to the center even more, being more complacent than she usually was. She wasn't in the mood to fight, not at the moment. She'd save that for later, on her way back or something.

Her feet keep moving, hips swaying to the beat and leaning closer to a woman who had sauntered her way over to her. Neither ladies say a word to each other, mouthing the lyrics of the song with winsome looks on their faces. She's missed this; socializing in ways that would make Catherine grey faster than the average woman. Being among people who knew what real is.

The light reflecting off the woman reveals fair skin and black hair with red highlights. She reminds Kate of a doll, having a slim and tiny stature in comparison to Kate herself. (Or really, Kate is just too darn tall.) A couple of men approach them in a drunken haze and their request comes out in a slur. They want to join the ladies for a dance. It only takes twenty seconds for Kate to shoo them off, unintentionally crushing their spirits.

And of course what good would rejected drunk men be if they didn't move on from one girl to the next? The flash of red hair catches Shego's gaze again, but it's quickly blocked as one of the ego-damaged men intervenes, catching the green-skinned girl's gaze and mouthing something about how fine she looks or some sort of cheesy, eyeroll worthy dance floor pick up line. He doesn't even wait for an answer, assuming that it'll be 'yes' because hey, how could another girl deny him?

Shego shakes her head, and the glare is enough to chill the boy to the bone, and she practically shoves him aside. The flicker of red is gone once again, but it's not like she was seeking it out or anything. It was just something she had been naturally tuned into ever since taking a redheaded arch foe under her wing. She just wanted to get away from that flock of boys spreading out to search for girls to grind and attempt to take home or whatever, and instead she finds herself pressed up against a feminine physique. A little change of pace never hurt, and maybe pretending to be in a group of girls would lure boys away. It was always a give-or-take. Either a gaggle of dancing girls would attract boys, but half the time they'd be too chicken to try to take one girl out of the group if they thought it were a group of friends.

She laughs, though it's lost in the pounding hum of the club. It's just a boozier, unchaperoned highschool dance.

Now without the drunk men trying to infringe on her personal space, Kate quickly forgets about them to keep herself immersed in the music and the crowd's excitement. She shuts her eyes, tilting her head back slightly. It's not home but there's a great comfort the vibrant lights and beat of the songs that soothes any and all of her nerves. It's not fear or anxiety but she's restless. There's never a better way to let a little steam out then by dancing until your heart was content. To mingle with other young people, whose stories they don't know and you can be anyone you wanted or what Kate preferred, being herself.

When she opens her eyes, her partner slips away for a moment, leaving Kate to herself. She watches to see where the other woman is off to but then moves back herself, realizing she's parched from moving about non-stop.

At that moment, one of the drunks she thought had finally left starts moving in her direction. She nearly rolls her eyes. Do they not learn? Judging from the way he can barely keep at a straight line, he's had way more than he should have. But he doesn't say anything to her as she tries to lean further away to avoid bumping into her, instead he nearly bulldozes his way through her and she stumbles (heels are fashionable, never practical), bumping against Shego.

Stupid --

She pivots, looking at the her. "Sorry," the music drowns out her voice, she realizes. "Sorry!" she repeats, loud enough so Shego can actually make her out.

Any other night, someone bumping into her would have essentially been the start of some sort of brawl. But, despite the fact that she had been a bit miffed at the drunk guy assuming she wanted to dance with him, her slightly buzzed mood merely made the young woman turn around, and here it was.

That red hair that kept catching her attention. And there was a pretty young woman attached to it. The stranger's mouth moves, but hearing nothing Shego shakes her head. The second "Sorry", however, receives a somewhat quizzical look before she breaks out into a grin. She'd say something, some kind of snarky quip or whatever, but she didn't exactly feel like shouting something the girl was bound to miss. Instead, she tilts her head back into a laugh that gets lost in the music. It's followed by another shake of the head, and she puts up both hands, waving it away.

Had it been that drunk asshole, she probably would have kicked his ass. But, being in a good mood, and having found the source of the red, she'd refrain from tripping this chick out of some petty revenge. She didn't have to be a brat all the time, after all. Those moments were rare, but in a club where nobody knew her, it was permissible.

She mouths the words "it's fine". Again, not bothering with trying to overpower the music. Didn't want to throw her voice out or anything.

Half-expecting the girl to scowl or dismiss her quickly, she's pleasantly surprised when she laughs. She points her thumb to the drunk man, now being escorted toward the exit by one of the bouncers and gives a half shrug. He did it, her expression reads, but she looks on apologetically anyway. She offers a small smile, too.

Though she could walk away, Kate didn't feel too right about that. Not yet.

She looks over at the drunk man the stranger gestured to, and that gets another semi-smirk from Shego. She laughs again. She was half expecting for the girl to head off and do her own thing after their brief nonverbal exchange, but she remained.

Shego canted her head a little, and shrugged, motioning to the gaggle of girls behind her. This time, she actually bothers to raise her voice to speak, just enough to be audible over the pulsing music.

"There's strength in numbers, y'know." She's chiding the stranger, of course, but it's a legitimate invitation. There was something about this woman that piqued Shego's interest.

Friendly advice or scolding? Her lips quirk a little, entertained by the notion regardless. While she disliked anyone assuming she isn't capable on her own, something about this girl's words read as more playful than judgmental.

"I can take care of myself," she quips, half shrugging.

Shego arches her eyebrow a little, and she leans in towards Kate, not wanting to keep her voice entirely raised. Again, she had to save it in case the Monarch finally got off his bony ass and gave her something to do. What kind of sidekick would she be if she lost her voice so she couldn't make witty comebacks?

She didn't doubt that this stranger could handle herself. She was slightly taller than Shego by an inch or two, and Shego had been in the fighting business long enough to be able to tell an athlete's body when she saw one.

But nevertheless, her smirk is coy. "That so?"

The reactions subtle or not, or never not priceless. She leans her palm against her hip, the smirk on her face widening and eyes focused on the girl before her. She seems like the type of person who could shake off unwanted attention, she had to have at least understood that much. Of course, it's easier to assume things about strangers.

Her index finger taps her own hip bone and she nods. "Yeah, it is."

There's a flicker of competition that runs through Shego's veins, heightened by the dulling sensation of alcohol in her system and the pulsing music and moving bodies around her. It's conveyed with an amused look in her eyes. She tilts her head and raises her chin a little.

"Prove it."

At that moment, the blaring sounds of music, laughing and chatter die out in her ears and Kate careens her head with an incredulous expression. She hasn't hit hostility yet, eying this chick studiously. Is it the alcohol talking?

"Why?"

It's the competitive nature talking. Here she was, standing face to face with a well-built, attractive redhead claiming that she could take care of herself. It might have been the alcohol talking, but at the same time--

It was a sort of instinct? Hard to explain. But something about the situation, despite the loud music and crowded dance floor, felt some sort of familiarity. Shego lived for competition, and though she wasn't looking for a fight...she shrugs a shoulder, smirking without saying anything in response.

It wasn't in Kate's upbringing to back down from a fight but even she knew how to pick her battles. Was this? She isn't certain. It's a club; people forget left from right after a couple of drinks.

However, she isn't stupid. She isn't about to engage in anything that can put her in trouble in a brand new universe. The faint irritation gets under skin; the reminder that this isn't Gotham and she was trying to push past it for the night.

Who is this chick?

"No thanks," she says casually. She isn't unused to this kind of behavior but it's never fully appreciated on her part.

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USHER LYRICS ALL OVER THE PLACE

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so sally and cats have taken over my brain /sob

/throws kittens at you

/SCREAM

I MEANT IT LOVINGLY...

s-so many cats /tugs on face

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