Dance Club on the Mainland - Monday Night

[guardianborn]

Totally hot slutty outfits?  Check.

Convincing the bouncers to let them in without completely legal ID?  Check.

Lots of hot anonymous guy potential?  Check.

It had only taken a few tries to find the proper club that both let them in and had lots of pretty people to dance with, but once the, ahem, sweet spot had been located, a night of craziness and

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[brat_inslayage]

"Who needs sleep anyway?" Yeah, Kennedy could say that; her Watcher was a few hundred miles away. She straightened the collar of her jacket (the top three buttons of her shirt were undone, which was as slutty revealing as she could get when rocking the prenatal butch look) and checked her reflection in a nearby mirror. Oh, yeah, looking good. Duh. "And as a bonus, no stupid squirrel kidnappers to worry about here."

[findingelena]

"Sleep is overrated," Elena agreed. She had taken advantage of her employee discount to find a suitably skanky dress. No idea why it had a leopard on it, but the dress screamed "easy" and that was fine by her. "Anyone who hasn't shown up to meetings hungover hasn't really lived, anyway."

She glanced around, approving of the eye candy. "All right," she nodded. "I'm gonna say that unless someone gets fucked in the bathroom by night's end, this evening isn't going to be a real success."

That guy over there looked like a good candidate ...

[guardianborn]

"No classes tomorrow anyway," Rose smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She didn't have an employee discount, but her dress was just skanky enough for her to be pleased with it.

She couldn't remember ever going out without Lissa to watch out for, and she was so planning on not paying attention to anything at all.

She snickered at Elena before glancing around herself. "There was an alley too that looked like it might be cleaner..."

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy had her dad's credit cards and didn't need an employee discount.

...or a dress. Details. She made suspenders look good. (Don't tell her otherwise.)

Hello there, hot girl down at the other end of the bar. Not to say that her company wasn't hot--so the opposite--but she hated it when going home at the end of the night was awkward.

"Hey, there's always a storage closet," she suggested. "That could be fun for the irony." For her, anyway.