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Anya Antonovna Romanova Stark ([info]anyastark) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2009-06-17 01:26:00


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Entry tags:anya stark, iason, npc - mandarin, npc team - masters of evil, plot-"legacy of hate", sammy fury, team - avengers, toni rhodes

Things Out of Nightmares
A night out at a club was a preemptive move on Anya's part. She didn't need hear her two keepers nagging her about not getting out and not having a social life, so she arranged a night out at a club for anyone who wanted to come along. She had even sent a text to Prince Dork to let him know the X-kids were invited. It was an 18+ club even though Anya and Toni weren't technically 18 yet. Fake IDs were wonderful things.

The punk and alternative music was loud and Anya could barely hear herself think. She had picked CBGB because of the music. She was feeling energetic and good and the music had to suit her mood. The place looked like a graffiti paradise and was a total dive. It was absolutely perfect for her mood.

She practically bounced up to the bar to get a soda.



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[info]cosmic_son
2009-06-17 06:45 am UTC (link)
Its a rare and unusual thing, having to get more dressed than normal to go to a club. Still, Iason has been out enough to settle in a bit better, and much quicker this time, even if its a bit different kind of club, at least once he re-adapted his heightened senses a bit to better deal with the noise level.
He doesn't even think to get a drink, just finding the small group a table and settling back, watching the dance floor intently to learn some of the moves appropriate to this type of clubbing.

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[info]sammyfury
2009-06-17 06:49 pm UTC (link)
Sammy didn't kick back much, but when she did she went all out for it. Once Iason located a table, she slipped off her overshirt and draped it over a seat, then made her way to the dance floor. She wasn't armed in the traditional way tonight. The tight, low cut tank top tucked into equally tight jeans wouldn't have been enough to hide her side arm. A knife tucked into her boot was her only weapon.

On the dance floor she was lost to casual sight as she joined the freeform dancing press of bodies.

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