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The Night Club(Gettin' Jiggy)
By: Evil Kitty Date: January 5, 2020, 11:37 am
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As the music bumps over the flashing neon lights we find
ourselves in a dimly lit night club. This club a meeting place
to relax and break off from the worries of all corners of the
multiverse. A place full of drink, fun, and loud music. This
simply was The Night Club.
A large array of island like bars that folded around each corner
of a large center, light up, dance floor. This dance floor
pulsed with it's own dance as the lights matched the bass of the
music that bumped through the loud stereo. Setting the scene for
the DJ booth set up right up front, center stage, between two
bars. The crowd of creature's gathered would wait for the real
monsters' ball to begin.
[center]ALRIGHT. SO. IT'S A DANCE OFF.[/center]
Rules:
1- One post: duets get one each for the duet
2- You pick your song
3- You describe both song and dance to what degree you can
4- Make it a friggin' blast, man. It's a party.
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Re: The Night Club(Gettin' Jiggy)
By: Evil Kitty Date: January 5, 2020, 1:20 pm
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"Guess I best be gettin' this show startin'." Jackie proclaimed
as he stood from the crowd in a bit of an inebriated enthusiasm.
His cane just as eager by his side as he slowly staggered up to
the stage: the music dying down in preparation for a change of
pace. As he made his way to center stage he motioned kindly to
the DJ booth. "Hmmn. 'Bout you swing a nice one my way, love."
He cooed in a thick slurr as his beautiful, yet masked, cohort
appeared from a void behind the DJ booth. Simply dropping the
record with an amused huff.
The song, "There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered
Honey" by Panic At The Disco, was of a pleasant surprise to
Jackie as he laughed and jumped into an excited walk with the
intro. "You got it, love!" His trot following the building intro
as he took a hat from the crowd he was soon to pass: placing it
upon his head as he twirled his cane in this building energy.
"I'm wrecking this evening already, and loving every minute of
it!" He eagerly sang along as the beat began to change the drums
kicking in as he slid to the center. "Haven't you heard!? I'm
the new cancer!"
He laughed as his arms flung and his legs kicked. His body
turning as the cane was flung and spun with his every rapid
shift and turn with the music. His sloppy, staggering, motions
only complimenting the heavy, dropping, beats of the rhythms as
he sung the chorus with each chance he got. Ending with a final,
"Haven't you heard..? I'm the new cancer..?" As his body spun.
His cane shifting into a scythe as to form a diet partner to
help balance and finish his spin into one final, leaning,
descent. The scythe reforming into a cane once more leaving him
into a bow of sorts before he staggered, off stage. "That's how
it's done."
((MIND YOU I CAN'T DANCE))
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