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capeandcowllogs2011-07-04 05:29 pm
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USHER LYRICS ALL OVER THE PLACE
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jadedsidekick and 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.
jadedsidekick and 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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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.