Full Tilt

[jla_extras]

The place is technically a private party as far as the law is concerned. The people at the door know what they are doing and it makes it virtually impossible for officers of the law to get in. Combined with an insufficient GCPD budget, the recent invasion and numerous other problems that plague the city's services, what lies behind the door is

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[tim_drake_robin]

On the second level, a dance floor made of semi-transparent material seemed to float above the main bar. It was a trick of architecture, but the sight was impressive. On it, several teens and early twenty-somethings moved in energetic fury to the music. Some moved more gracefully than others but all of them did it with abandon. One near the middle however moved with an pronounced level of lithe coordination

[krypton_or_bust]

Nearby, across a catwalk, a suite of semi private bootees served as a place to sit, relax, drink and indulge in...well that was the question.

The gauzy drapings the served as visual barriers between the booths added both to the ambiance and to plausible deniability. Indistinct figures lounged here and there. Some singularly, most in groups. The scent of clove smoke was hinted here, despite the efficiency of the ventilation system.

A powerfully build boy brooded in a booth near the edge of the railed platform. His manner seemed to put off interest by others. Perhaps he was in a mood, or perhaps it was just difficult for him to socialize well in this environment. In either case, he sat alone as he slowly nursed a conspicuously nonalcoholic drink.

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"Noticed you came here with friends."

A man in his early twenties accompanied by a trio of girls, all decked out in shimmering club gear have stopped by Connor's table.

"Tara here was wondering if you wanted to dance."

He lifts his chin to the thin blond in the trio. She smiles coyly, as if shy.

[krypton_or_bust]

"Uhhhhh..."

Superboy, master of the glib tongue. Not.

Images of Cassie kicking his ass, the girl's ass, and Robin's ass, comes to mind.

"I'm um..."

He nods over to Tim, who is tearing it up with a group of club kids on the dance floor.

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"Ohhhhh.." the girl says with dawning surprise and then with a 'knowing' grin.

"I just wanted to dance, your boyfriend shouldn't get jealou.."

[krypton_or_bust]

Connor's face goes hot red.

"No! no!! He's.. he and I.. we're not.."

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She giggles and two other girls smile as they watch her play with the awkward teen. Their male companion however watches with more scrutiny, as if assessing.

"Maybe you need to loosen up some. Do you party?"

[krypton_or_bust]

"Party?"
The first thought that came to his head were the occasional keggers put on by the Smallville football team in random corn fields.
Looking around, Connor realized that's probably not what they meant.
...

Hey, wait. They were talking about drugs.

Freeze.

What do I do??

"Uhhhh..."

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A disarming smile breaks the tension and the man gives a laugh.

"Hey no pressure scout. It's all good. Everyone's got this own way to get down."

He nods to the blond who's come over to Connors' side of the table .

"Sure you don't want to dance with Tara? I can tell she likes you and my hands are full with these two.."

On queue, Tara leans over a little and smiles, giving Connor an eyeful of her low cut neckline.

[krypton_or_bust]

Guhhh...

A bit of panic mixes with the overriding urge to just.. ogle.
Connor's eyes flick over to Tim. Batmite would be so much better at this scene.

Tim's no longer on the dancefloor. Crap.
A quick frantic scan reveals that Tim is now near the bar, with a small group of teens and twenty-somethings. Looks like they're talking. Crap crap crap.

Ok, I'm supposed to be 'undervover'.....I'm gonna kill Tim...unless Cassie kills me first.

He lets what he hopes is an 'easy smile' loose and stand up.

"Sure, why not? I mean...uh.. Yeah! That's be great."

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Tara smiles and takes his hand, leading him to the dance floor while her companions take up the booth Connor just vacated.

[krypton_or_bust]

Connor's not light on his feet, nor is he entirely at ease in the current environs, but he can follow a beat. So he keeps his 'dancing' away from 'total spaz' as much as he can. After awhile, he even begins to have some fun.

"So uh, you come here often?"

sigh...lame

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She laughs an easy laugh, moving quite well and in a complimentary way to Connor's more lumbering movements.

"Yeah, but I can tell you're new." smiling.

[krypton_or_bust]

Blush.

"That obvious huh?"

He really sucked at this undercover stuff.

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"Don't sweat it handsome. I like it. You're...sweet. There are allot of jerks around here, and a nice guy like you is a real find."

She dances a little closer, making their movements something more...intimate than before.

"I like you."

[krypton_or_bust]

Whoa.

Blushing even more furriously, images of Wonder Girl bringing a garbage truck down on his head are very present in his mind.

"I...uh..."