undergrounds | she's a vamp, but she still kills the dance

Dance In The Dark
(February 13th)

Lately, there's been a rise in parties at hidden venues. Secret locations around London that you can only get to if you know the right people. Getting there is difficult, but once you're there, it's sure to be a night you'll never forget- if you remember it in the first place.

Tonight's party is held in an abandoned tube station. Climbing down what feel like thousands of steps you step off through a dark tunnel, the old stone walls slick with condensation. After following the winding walkway, you emerge in a cavernous room, with alcoves filled with pillows, the entire place is lit by candle light. Music blares through speakers as a DJ plays all sorts of dance and techno rave music. Alcohol is plentiful, in multi-color cocktails, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and magic.

But behind all of that is a new nest of five vampires, watching, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. At the signal, the lights will be doused, the doors shut, and what will later be called the Valentine's Eve Massacre will begin.

If you're lucky, there are some ways out. Back tunnels, sewers, ways to escape. You could always fight, too- the vampires are young and inexperienced. Either way, it's up to you to save yourself: there's no mobile phone reception down here.

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Wherever there is music and alcohol and people, Skip can be found pretty easily. Usually, like on the dance floor, in the middle of a crowd. Made up of more guys than it is girls. Which is why she twists to the music, her drink long since abandoned.

One of the few girls near her is another ginger, this one far shorter. Nancy is a few drinks in, tossing her hair back as she grinds up against a nameless man. She wasn't overtly worried about much of anything, though she kept a drink in her hand even as she moved to the music. Occasionally, she glances over at Skip to catch her eye and smile. This was fun. This, this was exactly what they'd needed.

Skip catches Nancy's eye and flashes a grin as well. When there's a lull between music, as one song is changed for another, she slips over to Nancy.

"This place is awesome. Where'd you hear 'bout it?"

"One of the girls I work with!" She tells her. "It's one of those knows-a-guy-who-knows-a-guy things. Isn't it cool? It's a one-night engagement!" and one of the reasons they'd taken such a round-about route to get here. That way, no one could come back.

"You're quite a hit."

"Only fuckin' way t' spend Valentine's Day. Absolutely hate February."

Which might be odd from a girl who very happily got around as much as Skip did and could certainly not be considered single on Valentine's Day unless she wanted to be.

Honestly, it's not that surprising. Nancy, truthfully, loved it. She loved the cheesiness of it all. But she'd never had anyone to celebrate it with, and doubted she'd have anyone for at least quite some time.

"Huh- at least there'll be half-price chocolate!" Nancy was planning on working all tomorrow. There was a big market for lonely men out there, too.

"An' then there's fuckin' Lupercalia," Skip muttered, rolling her eyes. But she shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head to clear away everything else.

"Anyway. Tonight. All 'bout havin' fun."

"What's going on with that?" She had no close friends that were full-blooded werewolves. She just had Skip. "Everything okay?"

So much for fun.

"Gonna be my weddin' day eventually. But."

She tosses her head back with a bit of a laugh, shaking her head as she moves to the music coming back into play. Her body shifted, trying to lose herself in it.

"That's a long way off."

"Oh!" Well that's new information. She seemed happy about it, though, that it was so far away. And probably explained a few thousand times over why she felt the way she did about February.

"Gotta live it up while you can!" She said, reaching for Skip's hand as the music starts. Time to dance with her.

"An' I do. Every day."

She laughs as she says it, taking Nancy's hand when it was offered. After all, what's better than one girl dancing? Two together. Plenty of guys will notice that.

She tosses her head back, laughing. It was good to throw everything away, and enjoy the music, the drinks, the company.

And y'know, it was also really nice to be able to dance with a guy without having any ulterior motives.

she's a vamp, but she still kills the dance

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