xp_logs | Clubbing with Sarah and Angelo

Backdated to last Saturday.

After this request, Sarah and Angelo go out clubbing. There's alcohol and dark corners and a short leather skirt. We'll leave you to speculate as to what happened next.

There was something to be said for Sarah's clubbing habits. She wore things that she wouldn't normally be caught dead wearing: case in point, the short black leather skirt. She also danced to music she wouldn't normally be caught dead listening to, and she was normally in such a good mood while out clubbing that she might consider not belting anyone who pointed out her little 'change of heart'.

When Angelo arrived, she nearly knocked him over with a hug. "Oh thank god. Get me out of here."

Angelo staggered but soon righted himself, laughing and hugging her back. "Goin' a bit stir-crazy, are we? Your ride awaits."

"Recovery is a bitch. Especially when you actually follow the doctors orders." She closed the door behind them, trying to get them out the door before she got roped into staying to help with something. "But I needed it. Hell, this time I've even got scars to show for my trouble."

He turned to look at her, startled and trying not to imagine what could give Sarah scars. "Damn", he said would-be lightly. "An' here we always said I'd have first dibs on tryin' to give you one."

"Nope, first prize goes to the crazy Germans with scalpels." It sounds like she's taking the experience relatively well, but there's just a hint of bitterness and anger in her tone. Pushing it away again, she smiles. "So where are we headed?"

"One of the places we'd both've been grounded for a year for goin' to when we were students", he says with a grin. "Nothin' said we had to be respectable all the time, did it."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, responding "And we didn't go anyway? I'm disappointed in us." She paused a moment, considering. "And no, respectable isn't really on the list of words I'd ever use to describe me. Especially when out clubbing."

"Ah, but you're workin' for the Snow Valley Centre for Mutant Affairs now", he pointed out with a grin. "Proper job an' everythin', and so've I. That said, I don't see our bosses mindin' too much if we cut loose for once." He'd missed Sarah, and it was good to have most of the old group of Certified Trouble back together.

Sarah laughed, and gave him a conspiratorial look. "Exactly. It's been a while since we've caused any problems, so I think we're due."

"Definitely", he agreed, laughing. "Right, then. Let's go!"

***

"Why is it we never came here again?" Sarah laughed, drink in hand, as she watched people come into the club from across the room. "Weren't we always looking for trouble?"

Angelo gave that some thought, over his own drink. "Maybe this one wasn't open yet when we were the troublemakers-in-chief", he suggested after a moment. "Can't see how we missed it, if it was."

"Must've been." The music thumped around them, and a small crowd of dancers gathered on the dance floor. "Good choice, in any case."

"Yeah, I'm glad I found it. Even if we're both almost legal these days." He grinned and gestured at the dance floor. "Wanna finish these up an' go join them?"

"Almost legal huh?" Sarah considered it and grinned again. "It almost makes it no fun anymore......almost." She finished the rest of her drink in a gulp. "Ready when you are tough boy."

He grinned at her, tossing back his own drink and grabbing her hand. "Let's go then, bone girl."

While Sarah liked to dance, she didn't particularly like to be out in the middle of the floor while she did it. She moved them back towards a vaguely shadowy corner, hips swaying to the beat. She may have been bouncing. Maybe. "Shinobi never did like to come out dancing. I always had to go out on my own, which made him nervous. Go figure."

"Yeah, I remember Brighton", Angelo said with a nod. "Don't think I saw him on the dancefloor once. But then, this club'd never've been his kind of place." He was moving right along with her, watching her appreciatively - hey, twenty, single and male. Why would he possibly not?

"I might have gotten him here in the beginning, with a little bribery, but not that last couple of months. He wasn't interested in anything without 'normal' written all over it." She shrugged, and then grinned slightly. "So I came back to see what sort of trouble I could get into back here."

"Welcome home", he said with a wicked grin in return. "I think there'll be all the trouble you can handle."

"I certainly hope so." Laughing, she turned to face the crowd, and continued dancing in front of him. "I was beginning to get bored."

"Well, we can't have that." Definitely appreciative.

Sarah glanced back over her shoulder, just briefly, raising an eyebrow. "You're staring."

"You're wearin' that skirt", he countered. "Show me a guy in here who isn't starin', an' I'll show you a guy who's either gay or scared of his girlfriend."

"Oh please." She ran a hand down her leg, slowly, flaunting the skirt. "I'm scarier than anybody's girlfriend."

"Course you are", he said lazily, shooting an amused glance at the guy glaring at him from a corner. "An' I think somebody's gettin' jealous over there, 'cause I'm the one who came in with you."

"Ah, he doesn't know what he'd be getting himself into." She grinned, pointedly not looking in the direction of her admirer. "Come for the leather skirt, stay for the psychotic breaks."

Angelo nodded, mock-solemn. "Best you stick with those of us who know what to expect", he suggested flippantly. "Pretty fond of you, an' all."

"Is that so? You'd have never guessed it with the way you just let me go and all." She turned back to him and winked, remembering how angry he'd been when she left. The music had since switched to something even louder, if there were such a thing, and more people crowded onto the dance floor as a result. She moved closer, leaning forward to talk in his ear. "I'm not sure I ever thanked you for those cigarettes."

"Did you not?" He grinned slowly, taking a step closer and leaning down to make sure she could hear. And not, of course, for any other reason at all. "'m sure you can think of a way t'make it up to me."

"I can think of several right off-hand," she was moving with him now, a hand draped lazily over his shoulder, "but several of them could get us arrested." She grinned. "How crazy are you feeling?"

"Could or will?" he asked with a wicked grin in return. "'Cause 'could', I think I might just risk."