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Characters: Echo (nymph_echo) and Narcissus (amour_propre_1)
Date/Time: Friday night, 2/11
Location: Tejune
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Narcissus is a jerk
Summary: Echo and Narcissus both go clubbing
Ever since her fight with Famine and the subsequent boost in her popularity it caused among her fellow dance students - male dancers apparently found bruises hot, who knew? - Echo had been receiving invitations to hang out with her classmates. Usually she would turn them down, but they mentioned going to a dance club and she needed to become more comfortable with dancing modern styles, so she agreed to go with them.
After allowing her classmates to help her choose an outfit and do her hair and makeup, they made their way into the club. Once inside, she followed the others to a table, leaving her coat behind as she made her way out onto the dance floor. She wasn't thinking about anything other than just getting into the music, the conversation with some really insulting guy from earlier the furthest thing on her mind as she started to groove to the beat ignoring everyone else around her.
She was unaware of the stares she was attracting, too caught up in matching the rhythm to even think about accepting any drinks or flirting. Tonight she would have fun, and prove she could dance to anything, anytime.
Date/Time: Friday night, 2/11
Location: Tejune
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Narcissus is a jerk
Summary: Echo and Narcissus both go clubbing
Ever since her fight with Famine and the subsequent boost in her popularity it caused among her fellow dance students - male dancers apparently found bruises hot, who knew? - Echo had been receiving invitations to hang out with her classmates. Usually she would turn them down, but they mentioned going to a dance club and she needed to become more comfortable with dancing modern styles, so she agreed to go with them.
After allowing her classmates to help her choose an outfit and do her hair and makeup, they made their way into the club. Once inside, she followed the others to a table, leaving her coat behind as she made her way out onto the dance floor. She wasn't thinking about anything other than just getting into the music, the conversation with some really insulting guy from earlier the furthest thing on her mind as she started to groove to the beat ignoring everyone else around her.
She was unaware of the stares she was attracting, too caught up in matching the rhythm to even think about accepting any drinks or flirting. Tonight she would have fun, and prove she could dance to anything, anytime.