A Club in DC, later Friday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

The doorman had been mildly suspicious, but between a combination of good forging skills and alien-fu, he couldn't find a thing wrong with their IDs. With the additional help of two pretty, dressed to kill blondes smiling at him, he really had no choice but to let them into the club.

"Well we're not in Fandom anymore," Isabel said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Who's ready to dance?"

[For the date. And the other two people on the date. Of their own. Nothing kinky happening. Move along...]

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Re: The Couch

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well if the latter happens, you'll know he's learned how to relax," Dean pointed out.

Re: The Couch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Possibly. But I'd put odds on Michael being an idiot." She loved them both, but she was well aware of their flaws. "It's a bad combination of power and bullheadness."

Re: The Couch

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, being an idiot often ends up in having to call for bail," Dean admitted. "But hopefully it'll be being an idiot while having fun."

Re: The Couch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I hope so. They need it. They had a pretty rough time," Isabel admitted, unable to explain in greater detail because of where they were. "But it's over now. So that's good."

Re: The Couch

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. And a little idiocy in moderation never really hurts."

Re: The Couch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel tipped her head back and started to laugh. "Idiocy? In moderation? Never happen. They go all out. Or it just not worth it. At least that's what I think they think sometimes."